Moths &Stars

my weakness i feel i must finally show
trespassing in places i don’t even know
stealing from them & i’m stealing from you
my heart is unwilling to measure the truth

i like it alone, i’m alone on the shore
i forget about worship, i forget anymore
myself in these shackles, i’m stubble in snow
don’t think of the rapture, no wings, will i go

{first line from Mumford & Sons Awake My Soul submitted to Quickly & Real  Toads}



  1. This has a quiet starkness to it. Yes, don’t think of the Rapture, unless it’s the one sung by Deborah Harry. Thanks, Mosk

    • the song is a lot less stark…don’t know why i get stuck in the muck of the human heart? oh ya, because I’m human.

  2. It’s a stage, Angie. Been there a few times, every time a nice female ‘rescued’ me. Remember opposite sexes are ripe for the stealing of their hearts. Been there too, probably both sides several times.
    I loved reading this, ’tis the season for being bad (I just left Mom Zee’s post).

  3. I like this. Ended too quickly! Gimme some more. Love the rhymes and repetition, too short! More! 🙂

    • No, no…if only you knew the degree to which rhymes pain me, you wouldn’t ask for more. Lol. This was a rare occurrence I fear cannot be improved upon.

    • Wow. You’re the second person in 2 days to tell me this. Either I’m doing something right, or I’m falling short:) Thanks for your enthusiasm Ella 😃

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