I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts