Moonlit Tag

A poem about friendship turned by lust.

I've been lying here for hours in this bed of shame.
Where innocence is lost and nothing seems the same.

I feel the breath of heartache touch my neck so sweet.
As I lay helpless and guilty in the fumbled sheets.
I hear the pitter patter of my heart so real.
The quietness of my soul, I'm not sure how to feel.

It's funny how the morning is merely a way to tell you how,
what took place by the moon's light, will all surface now.
I search my mind for answers on what I let myself do.
What was I thinking, giving it all to you?

I'm running through this labyrinth, but its really no use.
'Cause no matter what I say, its all an excuse.
I've been running from myself, and now I see the light.
As the sun slowly rises, you can never run away from the night.