Starring at the moon a cold night looming
hiding in shadows; cowardly actions.
Far away like June wont find much blooming
‘round these parts of town. Love—an addiction.
Lux, running through veins, head spins from the race
expensive like drug warmed lightly on spoon.
Was only ever scared to fall from grace,
sins too fade away, washed in the monsoon.
Relapse, thoughts of you, dreams to float away.
Waking next to you a little less blue
from chasing thunder and more clouds of grey.
Asking the moon to carry me through;
Light the path ahead, by the river bend
as I push ahead hoping to amend.
