The moon's coldest kisses Soothe the burns of my incompetency. Only if I could be The gentle silver light, Soothing those burnt flesh Under those heavy soles. Though I wish to lead like a lion in a pride, I'm just the sunset brown fur, Drowning in debt Of stolen bravados. I wish to burn myself Even if it was just to light a wick, For those who drown in solemn darkness, For those who struggle to catch even the crack of the blue sky. But all I feel are Heavy numb feet, My empty hands And a muted voice In this muttering crowded place. Star sign: Leo ~~gingerbread