Hear my moon.
Your girl is weak.
No energy.
No-one to seek.
She floated for long on cloud nine.
Moreover, forgot her misery in a blink of an eye.
Then when the sky thundered back.
She remembered glimpses from the past.
Nevertheless, they were enough.
To wake her up.
Utter regret.
That's what she felt.
How dare she succumb.
Be this dumb.
How dare she forgets?
That life will always try its best.
To make her the worst.
By throwing a punch stronger than the last.
Pure happiness is a mistake.
No need to initiate a debate.
We both know the winning side.
It is a mistake.
It felt wrong.
It felt bad.
It felt weird.
Slightly convenient.
But incomplete.
I told a friend.
From the few I have.
"What a treat!"
She exclaimed.
You see my moon.
They find me weird.
Tell me my love.
Am I alright?
Am I even right?
To accuse myself for being light.
Happy!
Insane!
Even for a short while?
And if it is okay to be insane.
Why did the sky thunder again?!
Why did it thunder again?
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My Salty Rivers And The Moon (wattys2018)
PoesíaThe princess has no-one to talk to No-one to listen to her To comfort her To make her pain go away To love her . . Till she found the moon her secret lover She waits every night To spill her innermost thoughts To put her mind...
