Sonntag, 24. April 2011

Moonfever

I see myself in the window
at the table beside
the front door
The air is dripping
by doubts
eyes are missing
in the mirror
Everyone knows I am
sick with longing
Shadows tempt
When I get scared
and disappear
they study my fragments
and pierce the void
I'm just moonstruck
and tired of people
who leave me


Text Lizzy