The moth headed toward the sun
I watched him silently for a little fun
I had thought maybe if I muted the light
Then his death wouldn't be in my line of sight
I thought that maybe I could capture him then
he wouldn't burn in this world so full of sun and sin
I continued to dream and watch the creature fly in a haste
He bled out luck and gave it away, I was tempted for a taste
I was so tempted to form a prison for him in my hands, hoping
to live a life with one so lucky for others but so unlucky with no way of coping
I reached out to to touch the white wing, only for it to turn to dust upon my caress
were we not meant to be, or was the sun in my heart too much or too less?
So addicted we were, light and a plain moth that couldn't resist the flame
I wonder if I was too hot for the man, or maybe the all pain inside of me was too much of a shame
The moth was headed toward the sun but dispersed before he could truly appreciate its love
I was fire and tried to capture him, but I have always burned when push comes to shove.