The night is young.
The moon is missing.
I lie in bed,
Thinking of you,
Wondering if you're all right.
Your mind,
It glows a bright red.
It's confused and raging.
I yearn to help,
My hand is reaching out,
But you don't respond.
My heart aches.
I want to hold you,
To let you know that things will get better.
My mind panics.
It wonders if you will do something grim.
If you'll hurt something,
Hurt someone...
Hurt me.
Hurt youself.
My heart aches more.
My mind thinks of you and you only.
I want to embrace myself in your warmth,
To feel your lips on mine,
To put my fingers in your hair,
And to let you know
That I'm here for you.
Everything will be okay.
These issues, they will dissolve.
Your anger, it will turn into happiness.
My feelings, they won't be angsty anymore.
Are you still there?
I'm trying not to cry tonight,
Wondering where the moon is...
The night is still young.
Can the moon come back
And shine on me?







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