Dying moon cries weakened sorrow,
dropping reminders of what I'll never have.
My table for two has become insecurity for one,
never be the same, for me, just say I love you.
You say so much without moving your mouth,
the eyes of hotel signs laughing at your evil sins.
Dark fog rests like a heavy wool blanket warming her feet,
And the moonlight glimmers off the back of the shovel.
The trees keep the best secrets, the best sounds, the darkest loves.
Gravel pits of shame, graves of true love shine brightly in the moonlight.
Running water of jealousy, pale blue skin of hatred reflecting off the surface.
Candles flicker past time fore-play.
candles flicker past time lust.
candles flicker past time memories.
candles flicker past time cheating.
The body of apologies lie beneath a river of jealousy, hatred, secrets, love.
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