you know, mon petite amie. i’ve been talking to the moon like a loony; whispering, screaming and howling. all for this one, indefinite feeling deep down inside this puzzled soul that i may call “my very own wonderland”. well indeed, mon petite amie, indefinite.
i’ve been talking to the moon, mon cher. and i know you’re out there, somewhere. perhaps you’re looking at the moon as well. perhaps you’re holding another woman’s hand. perhaps you’re there, in your favorite coffee shop, sitting and reminiscing. perhaps you’re……..everywhere, doing anything. i won’t know. or will i? let me know, mon petite amie. let me know.
i’ve been talking to the moon. trying to send all this thought to you through the whispers of the wind, and wondering are you doing the same? are you longing just like i do? do they call you mad just like they call me? do they talk shits about you behind your back just like they do to me? but oh, who give a shit about them. they don’t feel this, they don’t live this. but mon petite amie, i do really hope that you are there, talking to the moon like a loony; whispering, screaming and howling. just like i do.
i’ve been talking to the moon and it’s silvery light. hoping that it will guide me to a land somewhere over the rainbow. where i can restore my peace of mind, my sanity. but will you be there?
i’ve been talking to the moon, mon petite amie. will you take my hand? because now i realize why i did this : i am trying to get to you. i promise you, under this arches of moon light and sky, i’ll be holding your hand, always, and never let you fall.
i’ve been talking to the moon like a loony; whispering, screaming, and howling. and they say i’m crazy, they say i’ve gone mad. perhaps i am.
#inspired by Talking To The Moon – Bruno Mars 🙂