Nov 2019
~
on nights like this;
lost under the blackness
of an autumn sky
the sanguine moon
she proudly hangs high
suspended in darkness
i feel her gaze down
each star seems less wonderful
when your not around
on nights like this;
my body aches for your fingers
my lips burn for your touch
one more night of sacred worship
lost in your church
if only i had known;
the world would feel this empty
time would pass this slow
iād give anything to go back
just too never let go
~
on nights like this;
lost under the blackness
of an autumn sky
the sanguine moon
she proudly hangs high
suspended in darkness
i feel her gaze down
each star seems less wonderful
when your not around
on nights like this;
my body aches for your fingers
my lips burn for your touch
one more night of sacred worship
lost in your church
if only i had known;
the world would feel this empty
time would pass this slow
iād give anything to go back
just too never let go
~
