Riches

The Misinterpretation of a Love Story

I swear the night heals
I swear on the dirt, It's healed, some a broken heart
I see her come to it, the broken one,
With her heart aches
And her head aches
And her hurts
And it meets her there in the prelude of the morn
"Take it, take it, take it away,
Am I always to be but an empty footstep?
I cannot endure the same anymore."
She cries from her heart to the moon
Of the things that eat away at her soul
I've studied the darkness and emptied it's contents
On the bathroom tile
But nothing, nothing at all could I find in the mess
Still, she speaks doubtless into a void
Of her own void
Hoping the two will cancel the other out?
Where is the fear?
Could darkness chase away darkness?
Her eyes are starlit
And her tears mingle with the moonlight
And I swear by the light of the moon
She smiled, and whispered
"Good night"