It’s a quarter past 3 o’clock in the morning
Full moon overhead , makes the mood just right
This beautiful song comes on
From my old music box
That was left unplugged
On the old coffee table next to my bed
My old music box always has a bad habit
singing on its own without warning
Even while being unplugged
Almost as if
There is a ghost sharing
The house with us
But this time
The song released was beautiful ,
Beautiful because it was about love
Or
Maybe perhaps it could’ve been
About hatred
Half asleep I really cannot tell,
But anyhow,
In between of the sweetness
Of the artist voice
Us howling at the moon
And the record’s hoarse,
Lies , violent skips
I dance, I dance anyway,
My gentle moves in my bed,
Over, under
And
In between the sheets
And
In her steady arms
And her sweet caressed
I found solace and forgiveness
Until the light of day
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:45 AM UTC
It’s a quarter past 3 o’clock in the morning
Full moon overhead , makes the mood just right
This beautiful song comes on
From my old music box
That was left unplugged
On the old coffee table next to my bed
My old music box always has a bad habit
singing on its own without warning
Even while being unplugged
Almost as if
There is a ghost sharing
The house with us
But this time
The song released was beautiful ,
Beautiful because it was about love
Or
Maybe perhaps it could’ve been
About hatred
Half asleep I really cannot tell,
But anyhow,
In between of the sweetness
Of the artist voice
Us howling at the moon
And the record’s hoarse,
Lies , violent skips
I dance, I dance anyway,
My gentle moves in my bed,
Over, under
And
In between the sheets
And
In her steady arms
And her sweet caressed
I found solace and forgiveness
Until the light of day
