i can confess to movings made in lust
i can say that i
have been apart of the sea of silhouettes in longing
and that i’ve been one, under the moon, with loneliness in my eyes.
him is someone distant
someone who may not come through at all
show up at all…
what has been given to me is myself
and so, with moon water made, im finding pieces left throughout boulevards
and i ain’t as well put together as i used to be
and thats colored in some small kind of sadness
but i can barely notice in moonlight cause it colors different.
im finding pieces left throughout boulevards
that is new.