It’s just a faze you say.
The writing engraved inside the walls of your soul,
Are false you recite, they cannot be seen.
His face plastered all over your ceiling.
Is just a reminder you say.
When did you give it all to the silver moon?
If luck were to have a pair of eyes.
Reading what you really did not want to say.
Luck would know.
You really do not want what you crave.
Living with the pain is much more gratifying.
So luck, being your friend.
Gives you what you want, with a smile.
Hoping when the ray of the moons finally find you.
You will no longer be able to feel it.