If she was a moon
No one would move, but look
At the sky in awe,
Majesty, alive, or sleep
Like too many have
And miss the best dream
A man can have

Stalking, in lies cruelty
Slips a simple disguise
And whispers inconsistency
To guide the younger path
The carefree boy
That key for deception
Still swallows the flames of rejection
Poisoned, sitting on this thought
Praying another will not soon be caught