poverty
dwells inside of me.
see sweet innocence
taking what im given
twisting any sense left struggling inside of me
your heart is a pit where my actions
make a new nest
to lick their wounds
my mistakes. congregate.
my weak traits
all lie and wait
for love and lust
for the two to seperate
but they always find a way
get away
in the silver moonlight they both dance
in a perfect course
soft steps set the pace
slow moves sweep
night after night the two meet
they lose themselves
as the tension builds
temporary fix for a
heart impoverished
you cant. change me
hopless. just leave
im never who you thought i was
empty life with a fake agenda
im the worst kind. fooling hearts
your pain your hate
in the silver moonlight they both dance
your hate courts your heart
and they twist about