Lately I've been seeking for light,
Looking for truth and searching for life.
The shine of the sun does hurt my eye,
So I totally fell for the silver moon's light.
I'd be with the moon for hours on end,
Living more on the sky than the earth.
I haven't deviated from my lunar path,
But a new moon invaded my heart.
This tiny moon is lively and rad,
Like a heavens treat or a wicked trap.
Broken-hearted moon with an angel's face,
That infected me with her heart ache.
I wish I could share her my feelings made words,
But that heart of hers is utterly shut.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Lately I've been seeking for light,
Looking for truth and searching for life.
The shine of the sun does hurt my eye,
So I totally fell for the silver moon's light.
I'd be with the moon for hours on end,
Living more on the sky than the earth.
I haven't deviated from my lunar path,
But a new moon invaded my heart.
This tiny moon is lively and rad,
Like a heavens treat or a wicked trap.
Broken-hearted moon with an angel's face,
That infected me with her heart ache.
I wish I could share her my feelings made words,
But that heart of hers is utterly shut.
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