she pirouettes on the edge of shadows dancing in the light danger lurks in dark corners beauty unappreciated the only colour in the room seen only as a meal begging for the trap of silken ropes tied tight around a beautiful body so life can be snuffed out I take my shower and watch should I intervene or let nature take it's course
I swat futilely at the moth whose larvae happily eat my bedroom carpet here for my nightly ritual antacid teeth clean bed suddenly I wonder at my own mortality where is this all going then I smell it again odour of rancid sweat only in one small area but no mistake it feels as though the moths and someone have unfinished business here a carpet to eat a life not long enough to achieve everything still hanging on not quite ready to leave so maybe we never have enough time to be satisfied still, no heartburn tonight and my breath is minty fresh (I can almost hear those buggers chewing as I go to sleep)
No more sinking in your eyes no whispers in my ears, perhaps it should've stayed with me in all my years, it's the next best thing, in this world of lies. In each waking moment, in every drop of daylight fading you are, stains on a wet cloth, burning you are, I embrace, I hold fast embracing the dying light, saving it with all my life, a yearning moth.
They say you don't know what you have til it's gone Can only see it after you have moved on Find the truth a millisecond too late Realizing love you let go was already great Just by looking at the past it's clear we were meant to be But your curiosity and doubt caused you to set me free You put on your shoes and walked out the door Now you waltz back in expecting things to be like before I've always felt the same about you and I will until I die But that doesn't mean I should let your behavior make me cry I need to respect myself enough to finally walk away Because my heart is not a deck of cards or an instrument to play Nobody else will ever be able to make my eyes light up like you But I am sick of being taken for granted and that's what you consistently do I am drawn to your presence worse than a moth to flame But if I go running back to you I have no one but myself to blame
But you are an electric bug zapper and I am about to get electrocuted
I chose you Like the butterfly Chose the sun. Like the moth is Nocturnally drawn To the moon And any other Illuminated illusion. Frenetically chasing In a trance-like dance, We wade through Day and night Like winged creatures. Expressive messengers, Speaking a language In metaphor Available to all Who can hear Symbols and scriptures Written by an architect Keen enough on details To give day and night Its doting darlings.