was it ever meant to be a truer lie
like doves that turn around and fly
like flowers that bloom when the rain pours down
and men that cries when the sun set down
does the feather fly freely through the air
is it wrong to cry when nobody stares
is love only lust with a bow on top
can we make it last, the bouqet of trust
becayse all that blooms fades over time
and rain are tears that drip from the sky
and nature is hurtful and cruel at times
and the day is a woman that craves the hands of the night
YOU ARE READING
moonlit mind
Poetry___________________________________________________________________ pen on paper thoughts on life and light inspired by the heaviness of the world we live inside ____________________________________________________________________
