Some scars are hidden some in plain view.
His hands are so beautifully broken and warn
His eyes of a strong bear but as friendly as a dogs
I look at him with such intensity
wondering how and why
He pulls me in as a laugh and peck his cheek
Once parted reality settles back in
I feel myself drowning as the darkness consumes me
He tries to reach out but closing the door seems so much easier
As the sun rises I pounce on him like a kitten playing with a dog
He compliments the light but continues to ignore the shadows
I seek out his daemons determined to conquer them
But behind the lock and key he hides them
Shining the light though the cracks hoping to see just one
as the clock approaches I return to the comforting prison
drowning once again I hide the bleeding scars
His body covered in stories of excitement and adventure
His emotion hidden behind that lock and key
The key I hope to become for only then could he be my moon.