Countless night pondering on the first star to rise and the last one to fall
I become submerged in a feeling of shame
Am I your timely muse or your periodical man?
If I sneak through a back door to see you, should you use a vail to cover your face as we leave through the front door?
Momma told me, love is blind but what exactly is love at first sight?
I lust for loyalty as I swim a riptide of cherry wine and surf on memories of us
But still I move the weight of our love, and just see the outline of what was
The best is overshadowed by the worst of me; an eclipse of truth