The Ghosts of my past.

February 26th, 2009-The Moon

So when I think I’ve figured out;

Everything goes downhill.

I forget everything I wanted;

Everything in my will.

How can love have such an effect?

I never even knew it was real.

The only thing that it causes;

Is this pain that I forever feel.

Confusion is a handful of tears;

When frustration takes over the mind.

When hate is just a love of it’s own.

when you leave all thoughts behind.

You can pretend that it never happened.

You can deny everything; and try to forget.

LIfe is nowhere near ‘simple.’

And your mind is already set.

But while the full moon shines down across the earth;

There’s no care in the world; no fear.

That could hold us down right now.

Everything, just disappears.