moon,
can you keep me a secret,
it's so heavy,i overthink too much
worry about thing's that are beyond my scope,
to bend and play choices all i want,
my heart switches from cold to fire,
at ease,but the pain it bear's,
i would beg for a bullet,
instead of my heart,
torn on piece's,
keep a secret,
they are just,
lamentation's,
of the mind.

sorry to bother your busy schedule,
beautiful moon,your the sun of my world
at dream time,no pun intended
just fit me in.