Ice On the Moon
the vibrations of your footsteps makes me go numb
i’m so tired of being scared and beat on like a drum
when the full moon is out your eyes are like ice
your out of control walking around within a knife
your screaming pounds into my mind
your fists bang into my spine
your constant pointing and tapping my head
i don’t even feel safe sleeping in our bed
so every time a full moon arises i only get wiser
and i pray that you will one day know how it feels to burn by a lighter
what comes around goes around
maybe the next full moon you will go down
Copyright © Crystal Smith | Year Posted 2011
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