᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥~᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥
𝑆ℎ𝑒 was thoughtful,
But a bit too much,
Her mind was loudly crowded,
She was either cherished or else shrouded.
Thoughts were engulfed around her mind,
Adamant, torturous and very unkind,
A tape player mayhap, letting every memory unwind,
She was in between the chaos, afraid of being find.
Beautiful she looked when she described her existence,
But she was talking from a distance,
From Where I could never see her persistence,
Where I could never see the wild mind and her heart's resistance.
People were loving her for what she showed,
Afraid, she was to let them know the seeds she sowed,
In the darkness, where her thoughts were usually allowed,
There, her untold secrets silently glowed.
Her mind was her foe,
But she can't let it go,
It's a fire to her breathing air,
They die when seperated but burn the hopes when join as a pair.
Thoughts were her painful wrath she couldn't bear,
But the only access to mend her maniac despair.
᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥~᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥᪥
ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ
YOU ARE READING
ME AND THE MOON| ✔︎
Poetry☾︎Fᴏʀ, I take proud in the fact that the only ones awake in the catastrophic night revealing their disguise through ink of the ever witnessing pen, us _ME AND THE MOON_☽︎ Fᴏʀ, Us are still in debt of the sun who burden us with light❥︎ ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ...
