something about
the moon rising
makes me vanish
as it shines above
wrapped in vapor
i become intangible
a forgotten soul
of little to no
real importance
a tangle of sheets
on an empty bed
waiting sleeplessly
for the light of day
something about
the moon rising
makes me vanish
as it shines above
wrapped in vapor
i become intangible
a forgotten soul
of little to no
real importance
a tangle of sheets
on an empty bed
waiting sleeplessly
for the light of day
Mike's Manic Word Depot 