What That Moon Language
Admit something: Everyone you see,
you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not say this out loud;
still, though, think about this, this great
pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with
a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
what every other eye in this world is dying
to hear?
This is so true, we're all conducting our lives with the desire of being loved whoever we are, wherever we're at. We live out certain events because society tells us they are the standard, the order of conduct, the given. We live out other events because they speak to our soul, they're something that excites our being, they're worth the risk, the happiness, the reward. Some events are just personal. Yet still, the preference is to be loved. To be told that everything we're doing is worthy or cool, incredible or admirable - pick the adjective that you want, but no one can deny that "every eye in the world is dying to hear" this: "Love me, love me, whoever I am."
So why not live with the lunar language, the glistening beam of the full moon, in your eyes?
Admit something: Everyone you see,
you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not say this out loud;
still, though, think about this, this great
pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with
a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
what every other eye in this world is dying
to hear?
This is so true, we're all conducting our lives with the desire of being loved whoever we are, wherever we're at. We live out certain events because society tells us they are the standard, the order of conduct, the given. We live out other events because they speak to our soul, they're something that excites our being, they're worth the risk, the happiness, the reward. Some events are just personal. Yet still, the preference is to be loved. To be told that everything we're doing is worthy or cool, incredible or admirable - pick the adjective that you want, but no one can deny that "every eye in the world is dying to hear" this: "Love me, love me, whoever I am."
So why not live with the lunar language, the glistening beam of the full moon, in your eyes?
Time After Time (1984), Cyndi Lauper
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