He was like the sun
And I the moon
Every morning I die
So he can live
Without his light
I am invisible
For that light he gives me
I'll give him one day of every month to worry about the other moons in the galaxy that matter more to him than this small moon that hovers earths atmosphere
We were never meant to cross paths for I am here stuck in an infinite endless circle I keep chasing him around in
Even if I were to break away from the gravitational pull holding me hostage...even if I could get close enough to hold him
The love I have for him will burn me alive.
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
