Midnight is the blue moon,
Scarce of the clouds that loom...

I keep running
round and round...

My heart beats
for this plea...

Grant me common sense
when I can't think straight...

Talk out the night,
trying not to entice...

The words don't touch my brain
as dose what I feel...

Dreams are the essence of life,
sometimes forming reality but...

I write when I can't say
what's on my mind...

God...
Give me a sign...

Racing through my mind,
intoxicating and violent...

I don't want a guy
I'm not looking...

There's awkward silence
after taking passionate kisses...