Glowing or glowering, the moon still shines for me,
Wavering steadfast like the tide pools by the sea,
Blazing hot in the cold man I can be,
Free,
Unset from the collective "we"
Engulfed or enraptured-- the idea's the same,
Uttering cries that resemble my name,
Coming across as something so tame,
Maim,
And dark forces are surely to blame.
Observing your motions- you're such common stock,
You tremble in fear at the stroke of the clock,
Afraid to be noticed amidst the flock,
Block
Thoughts of plunging yourself off the dock.
I wish you'd stop staring and just kiss me.