"Are you drunk?,"
they ask.
Because I laugh too much.
Too loud.
Too heartily.
"Are you crazy?,"
they say.
Because I'll be the only one laughing,
long after the joke has ended.
"No," I smile.
Just high.
High on the star scattered sky,
I stood under last night.
High,
on the Moon, and the feeling it gives me.
High,
on the life so blurred, in front of me.
High, so high,
on the miseries I've faced.
High on all the tears I cannot pour anymore.
High, on all the memories I cherish
with my heart and soul.
And finally.
High, always,
on thoughts of You.
~D
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Such Silent Chaos
RomanceAn anthology of poems based on love, and it's affects on people who love wholeheartedly.
