There was another sunset in my eyes
Drenched away like lemonade
The moon fell to the ground
It needed attention
I run to it and hugged it
Reminded me of a raven
They walk away when they see it
Being stared at is all it's used to
It knows it's beautiful
But then walk away
The moon told me all of the stories
That were untold for centuries
I learned more than the world could ever show
And more than an Angel could take me to see
I love angels and I love the things that need love.
Not all things are bad
And not all things are white.
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Flaws
PoetryLet us just say three words: Beautiful Organized Chaos. Some short writings that sum up subjects that already passed yet still others exist and grow. I hope you take something from my writing and hold onto it whenever you need to hear a second voic...
