Little Things in Life

Addie, Addie, Adeline LaRue

I reached out to touch the paint,

It was red,

Like blood,

and it was on my finger.

I looked up and prayed to the saints,

and slowly reached out,

to touch the wall,

and drew a line that could maybe linger.

I reached out to stroke his skin,

it was soft,

like a feather,

but when he woke, he cast but one glance.

I did a sin,

That night,

with the dark,

who took me in a trance.

I took a book,

it was about a story,

about a life on the run,

and I saw a boy.

That was all it took,

for me to be swept away,

for me to fall in love.

He was the sun,

I was the stars,

and the dark was the moon.

But all too quick,

I fell back into the darkness again,

for I made another bargain,

with a fate,

intertwined with a dark tune.