Odd Obscure Pale in the moonlight you were from the start
A ghostly figure hovering in the corner But the glow of your red fire made your company warm
Passionate you are But numb Feeling so much you feel nothing. Wanting so much your hands remain empty. Don't think I don't know you And why your heart turns cold
I'm sorry you met me in innocence Only to see me turn to this This is not me I whisper slowly This is not me I whisper again I'm growing frantic You draw Into the corner Ghostly again Repulsed by my skin I am human
We only just became close.
And who are you?
This question turns your eyes to moonlit diamonds in the dark piercing me with a stare As if to say Who are you to ask?