I want to be your moon

Why are they called shooting stars?
Not only are they meteors, but they are not shooting.
they are burning.
burning, burning, burning into nothing.
They will evaporate in the earth's atmosphere.
the earth is cruel.
These pieces of rock gave their lives to reach her.
And, she merely shattered them.
Am I the earth?
Or am I the meteor?
I would say I'd rather be the earth.
Beautiful, charming, attractive, and deadly.
Like the snake.
But, she has not a loving heart.
I have a lovin heart.
So does that make me the meteor?
Is he my planet?
I just want to reach is surface.
I merely want to trace his neck with my soft lips.
And, thus, I become the meteor.
No backbone, no strength, completely relying on the planet of which I desire.
I have a heart- and that is all.
Just a heart.
And it's burning.
Burning, burning, burning into nothingness.
Will you douse my heart?
Will you take the flame and stomp it out?
but be careful, for my heart is already suffering.
Will you hold it?
Will you let it land on your surface?
I just want a home.
I'm lost and wandering.
And the distance between the stars makes my belly raw.
They seem so close, yet they are completely unreachable.
So, reach your orbit around me.
Take my heart and keep it safe.
But, do not let me burn in your atmostphere.
and do not let me sit idle upon your surface.
I want to be safe but I never want to stop flying.
Take me as your moon.
Baby, I want to be your moon.
And I will give you light when you are surrounded by darkness.
And I will always be there, as will you be for me.

Honey, I want to be your moon.