Oh let me tell you of my lovers all across the globe:
They have seen me in black dresses; they have seen me in morning robes.
My lovers let me come and go,
My lovers are how I grow.
They have caused me panic and epiphanies,
They have shown me art and taught me theories.
I am young and in love with many a city,
They do not care if I am happy or pretty.
The streets don't judge me,
They let me be free.
Amongst graffiti and skyscrapers I found something like 'bliss',
I've tasted ice cream and pastries that felt as good as a kiss.
The morning sun makes them look like fire,
Every time I see this I define my desire:
To find new lovers and to keep the old,
With each one I find there's a new story to be told.
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No Longer The Moon: A collection of writings from the month of October
Документальная прозаSome days I write because I have to, and I have had many of those days lately. These a collection of thoughts, writings, and poems that I have thus have and will add to.
