I imagine we can’t possibly be looking at the same moon and the same stars every night.
You are this blindingly beautiful being in my mind. Your kind are way too good to be living in this unfit world.
I imagine you’re something of a different time, a separate dimension;
where life is perfect for everyone, where life is perfect for you.
You’re too good for what this life has to offer you. You’re too good for my moon and my stars. They weren’t meant for you.