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I stared at the moon

The moon, it shone upon me, its darkest Reflected on it, shone my darkest The past, shards of broken glass Regrets, the smothering gust of it It all tamed, the make-believe adamant heart And the door closed shut, was again wide open Let not my lines, have you thinking this is a tragic story, for it is not, and neither it is the happiest of the lot These very words, the echoes of my heart, let it sound deep in yours, that is if you are to fully comprehend it The moon, the sky, the stars Shatters upon me, confines behind the bars Don't expect each of my line to rhyme You waste away, but the clocks still chime The song of the moon encompasses that of my own Let my true intentions behind these lines not be shown.
I stared at the moon

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