Aug 2020
a morning moon clings to night,
holding on to one more time.
disregard the blinding light,
love me on this other side.
hold me while my fingers try,
to find just where your soul had died.
holding on to one more time.
disregard the blinding light,
love me on this other side.
hold me while my fingers try,
to find just where your soul had died.
