The Stalker Moon and Broken Eggshells

Walking on a toppled over love,
No matter how quiet and precise you tiptoe,
You are gonna hear the immeasurable pain,
That gained momentum by the booming moonlight .

The moon is trying too hard, no?
And he is kind of a stalker frankly.
Wherever you go,
There he is!

I can relate to that.

Walking on eggshells of some unfortunate dreams.
That you didn’t have time to hatch.
No matter what, you can’t wipe out from your eyes,
The memories of their chirps.

Like a rookie hen, you misplaced your wings.
The fox came and became fat.
Now you walk on eggshells.

I can relate to that.

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