breif creative dump
my heart is strung by thread
from the tip of the moon
in the corner of his cheshire smile
held captive by the gloom
these strange foggy winter nights
with their superfical joy
their warmth never stays for long
all they'll ever be is coy
and your lunar smile wains
closing into black
these winter lights all fade
the dark betraying what i lack
from the tip of the moon
in the corner of his cheshire smile
held captive by the gloom
these strange foggy winter nights
with their superfical joy
their warmth never stays for long
all they'll ever be is coy
and your lunar smile wains
closing into black
these winter lights all fade
the dark betraying what i lack