Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?
I am still undecided, unsure about which truth I should believe.
We both stick to our own guns only trusting what we can perceive.
Maybe the time is finally right to take a moment and breathe.
But all I know for now is that you are walking down my street.
The front door keeps my secret covered as the moonlight bleeds.
Not sure if you will pass me by or come and take what you need.
Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?
I keep looking for answers like a dog chasing autumn leaves.
Some stare in disbelief but I know they have long called us thieves.
Maybe the time is finally right to sit down and grieve
The love we lost between darkening sky, between crooked front teeth.
I look back and wonder how the paradise went unnoticed under our feet.
We danced around in lavender silk, forgetting reason and sleep.
The rest moved on, but we were kicked out right into the deep.
Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 