Fixed on broken love

The neon sun lets in-

While the haze covered

Mind seems murky

                Only memories stuck

Between book pages and

Years can see the lies.

Truth be told, the stars

That light the night sky,

Are actually wishes that came

True after the Priest

Threw the Prayer Basket to

Hell. Don’t let the

Crescent Moon fool you

What you see is what

You don’t see.