Sometimes I cut my heart
strings off, to ensure my
sanity.
Sometimes I outgrow people
and situations that bring me
no joy.
Sometimes I wrap myself
away in my cacoon, to keep
burdening thoughts away.
Sometimes I see the darkness
as a time to take a pause and
allow my heart to rest for a while.
Sometimes I become an emotional
mess, but struggle to convey my
thoughts.
Sometimes being human is beyond
complex.
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Letters To The Moon🌙
PoetrySometimes the best companion can be the moon. We shed our layers and and express the burdens in which we hide away. 'Letters To The Moon' highlights themes such as: sorrow, pain and the joy we recieve once we go through our phases like the moon. Fr...
