The midnight moon,

the restless rustling leaves,

the crunch beneath my feet.

The razor in my hands.

the cold presence of the Autumn night

only clears my mind.

the nightmare of losing you

not no Annabelle lee but my sweet

dear you.

You amazing Arizona- Californian boy,

you make my brown eyes

hazel.

No clear eyes,

no direction.

I was blinded by the 'aw' of what seemed to be love.

not knowing what was next,

you swept me off my feet

and then dropped me a hundred more.

the trust,

no more,

the yearn for love still awaits.

But i cannot trust.

But please god let this razor revive me.