Don’t be a fool, moon’s just a silver lie,
hangs like your promise in a midnight sky.
Heartbeat’s a drum you can’t retune,
echoes louder when you leave the room.
Shadows wear your smile, teach me to breathe
inside a neon wound that won’t forgive.
Love’s a cheap perfume on a broken seat,
we drunk the glow, now the glass repeats.
Run, run, the city’s a spinning blade—
every kiss we trade cuts both our names.