I’m talking to the moon trying to get to you just like Bruno Mars,
But you’re still not here.
I wish you were around so I could talk about everything that happens in my existence and listen to the heartbeat of yours.
You’d probably ask me why I am still stuck in the sand when I could be in the ocean.
My only answer is I don’t know how to get to the ocean.
I’m so confused wondering where you exist.
My mind is full of unwritten letters to your soul.
I should probably start writing some of those and hope that they’ll find you.