I call to the moon, who begs for attachment
Pulling on the seas, pleading for release.
Earth keeps her bound, though she wants detachment
From the state of pain, with no form of peace.
No shoulder could bare, the burden he takes
Bleeding from the weight, he gives into fait.
His love is faked for the planet he dates
He only stays for the simple action of hate.
Both bodies tied together in a dance.
Each want a new role, dancing in the dark.
They are worlds apart begging for a chance.
Both wishing to flea gravities fake mark
Pull away to live in a world alone
Or live within the pain of the unknown.
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PoetryHolding hands with the illusions of the day to day and bringing them down a path to face the truth; this is what makes up this collection of poems that dance along the lines of going to far into the dark and pecking at things that are normally left...
