The moon vividly shined in her gloomy eyes
On her lips, a glimpse of a naughty scarlet tone
A bottle of whiskey in her hand, and a heart full of lies
A night to remember, some place away from home
She's a runaway girl, a junky to her curiosities
A blood-red rose in a field of white lilies
Blessed with regrets, eyes filled with tears
She lights a cigarette, to find some shelter in her own mess
Her mind, uneased, facing her deepest fears
The moon, her only friend left, witness of her distress
She's a broken girl, victim of poorly made choices
A lonely echo in her head, among the thousand other voices
But what can a floating rock ever do for this unholy work of art?
Moving seas and reshaping the earth
Wouldn't be enough to heal her heart
Yet alone make her forget, of what it's like being hurt
She was a runaway girl, a junky to her curiosities
A dark, fading rose in a field of white lilies
- M.C.
