Was the moon on the rise?
I remember our tumbling strides
Anxious faces on the asphalt floor
The saving graces were not broken,
spinning in straight lines
and our bodies, it shines
Tore holes in our pockets,
Between the sprockets and
Was an accident brewing way
Now running towards it my only concern
A piercing of metal, little of skin
A boiling kettle of questions lived in
Who's misfortune in this pouring rain,
Never knew I'm along for the ride,
There's a pause in this journey,
Alive with burning kisses non -stop
Not anxious faces on a dying bed
With words you don't care to hear,
An d in the silence so gentle and warm
The scents, the sweet taste,
the eyes of a storm, of a storm
was the moon on the rise?
Early October with overcast skies?
Dear honesty, till the day that she died
Is it a wreck on the roadside?
A smoke through the heart?
Now could you just tear it apart,
4.8
