Dent Moses


The boy he was satisfied
And thought of what to wonder,
What lies behind her eyes?
I'm ashamed to see
What lies behind me

So much now to loose
He must carefully choose every step,
He must be the thing she sees.
He feels that he is a lie
Everyday he'd rather die

Love it left alone
If you think you know
What a mirror sees

She left alone.
Slowly drifting out the days,
And he was there in his body
Trying to balance the ways they unfolded
A man desperate for control.


  • Author: Dent Moses (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2017 08:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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