Moon is swimming

in the dark blue sky,

hiding our faces

as we softly cry.

We need to work together

to make things right,

unless we want to fall

by candlelight.

Thorns tear our throats

as we try to speak;

all the lies and secrets

make me sick.

I can only hope

they aren't real,

if only we could show

how we really feel.

Our pride ruins us

more each day,

slowly we don't know

what to even say.

Good times passed

a long time ago,

you can pack your things

and just go.

Lying alone in a bed too big,

as I quietly weep

I only have the Moon

to sing me to sleep.