A piece of writing where the true meaning isn’t exactly subtly hidden, but I decided to put this up and let you guys interpret it however you want… You don’t exactly have to be a detective.

Hey Mr. moon, what’s the sky like tonight?
I’ve asked you three times but you never reply
I follow the stars just to get there to you
But you disappear every time that I do

Hey Mr. moon, you’re quite a sight
With your smile aglow and your halo of white
You and the stars, you make quite a view
I just wish there were room for me to come too

Hey Mr. moon, please just kiss me goodnight
You give me a grin, and shine your light
Next thing I know, the night’s almost through
And the birds are singing, with no sign of you

Hey Mr. moon, where are you now
That I’ve joined you up here, high in the clouds
You’d told me you’d come, and I know that it’s true
I’ll just sit here waiting, waiting for you