Oh Luna, my beautiful Luna, I am sorry. I'm sorry you hear me weep at night. Oh Luna I'm sorry I toss and turn; you know my pain. But tonight I look at you for hope, instead these tears just flow and I pray, one day, I'll heal. Your beauty is beyond compare with those beautiful locks of auburn hair. Luna protect me at night, don't let my heart freeze, don't let me get bitter, protect me like you used to. No one understands why I cried tonight looking up at you, but you sure as hell do. Let me weep one more time cause I know that tonight I won't hold you tight. I hope he does better, and I hope he treats you right.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
