My Lot
It’s just dark enough
to hide inside my
shadow, and no one should see me
waiting alone under the streetlight.
To hide inside my
faith tonight is foolish, and
waiting alone under the streetlight
might attract more than crazed moths.
Faith tonight is foolish
because I see him standing there and
I might attract more than crazed moths.
And I am afraid
because I see him standing there.
I try not to let my thoughts run,
and I am afraid.
He crosses the empty street now and
I try not to let my thoughts…RUN!
But he crosses the empty street now and
it’s just dark enough.
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