Only the moon listens to my story

Only the moon listens to my story silently

In dark times, It comforts me  in its cocooned blanket It whispers to me, "Come to me dear I shall protect you When the demons come I shall fight for you When the twilight sets in I shall wander And when you blunder I shall forgive you." But my cursed heart Does not yearn for this, For a world where all is forbidden Where all is forgiven And forgotten It desires adventure An incredible journey With darkness With pain With passion And tort. My stubborn heart

Oh, Heart o' mine

How I wish I could claim Everything I ever craved But soon I realised That It is not a crime

To love what you cannot explain...