like love, just know that life makes the heart want eyes to feel. That days go away, people say what they think and you are left needing to tell the night about your pain. Souls lost to the bad man’s hands. oh the better dreams that try to get the lips to know the broken feeling of love. the deep, forever, and true feeling of fear leaves the air open and the blood real. you stand on the moon, sure that your feet are there, thinking of the songs that **** with your thoughts. the beauty in his voice turns into real lies. he comes to your door, the same person, but the wrong heart. he stays grounded. on your doorstep that sits on the moon. breaking the perfect and finally, the truths turn to lies.