The Moon

The moon follows me home

To make sure I'm safe

After tasting bitter honeycomb

But you never were sober enough to watch

When I was down in your crotch

Or when I was leaving

I had so many words I wasn't vocalizing

But at some point you deserved to hear me

So I left my house in a tiptoe

And I crawled into your window

Only to be hush again

It was too routine to be your sin

I didn't know how to change my ways

Or stop listening to the bad things you say

But I get it now

I'm so glad I do

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Another hard write - I think it would have been hard to pen this - dont ask why (please)
This line - "...It was too routine to be your sin..."
- really Wow!