In love with the moon
I fell for the stars
The sparkles in the night
The quiet warmth covering me tight
Adoring the softness
Of sweet poison freedom
Freedom to live
Freedom to think
Freedom to do
Do too much, think too much, live less
Drugs for my brain
They're manic or depressive
Just the devil rolling dice
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PoetryPoems, mostly written in school. Individual poem covers in several chapters by @smelledlikeroses
