Lunar-tic.

I’d spit venom as words
Hate till it hurts.
Turn our lives in to
One twisted curse.

I’m indecisive. Scattered.
Choices never mattered.
I’m stagnant.
Don’t try fixing the shattered.

I’m inhumanely cold.
I rage uncontrolled.
Some stories
Should just never be told.

And yet my galaxy
Spins around a memory.
The paradox within me
Turns pain in to remedy.

So love, move on
it was never too soon
I’m the werewolf here
Landed on the moon.

Crying under a shower of rain makes you think the whole world is weeping with you. Standing under an Autumn tree makes you think the

The season is relaxing washing in on ocean waves the sand captures tender land escapes drapes of quiet look rest is special test captivates our

Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.

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