You can't hide what's behind your cold eyes,
I know your sentences are so full of lies,
You're meeting with her again tonight,
You're going behind my back in the moonlight.
I think my frozen heart has just stopped beating,
I followed you to your place of meeting,
I stood back in the shadows as my throat went tight,
A tear fell as I saw you kiss her in the moonlight.
Why did you give your heart to the village seamstress?
She's no good for you, she will only break your spirit,
She doesn't really want you, she's just a socialite,
She wants to parade you for her friends in the moonlight.
You won't find glory by following her banner,
As he waves his ego around in a typically vain manner,
You're just a trophy on her arm to sparkle and shine,
Like a false love polished by the moonlight.
I pull my hat down further, pull the wool over my eyes,
As hand in hand with your lover, you pass me by,
It's so hard to face the truth,- to put up a fight,
As you destroy my soul in the moonlight.
Little sobs escape me as I try to hold back the tears,
Being stabbed in the back like this fills me with fear,
I have no-one to turn to, to help me face my plight,
Seeing you walk away with her in the moonlight.
I kick the pebbles with my shoes on the long walk home,
To spend the night in my room all alone,
Maybe I should pack up and run for my life,
It kills me to think of you with her in the moonlight.
By ~ Harry Boslem
Petite Rougee Community Member 
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