I love her like the night sky
Just for me but never mine
I may not commodify
Those big almond eyes
Long talks with her in the winter night
Rings of ice around the moon
Blades of grass soak my thighs
The sun will rise soon
Daytime
The river beckons as it flows by
A stray cat greets me with a wink
And walks on by
He reminds me of you and I
And I think I need to think for a while
I heard you have finally found your hell
I guess you aren't mine to fix now
But if I could I would tell
You all about
All these things I've loved,
Like you
Oh all these things I've loved
And you
About the Creator
Eve Luxembourg
Currently taking life far too seriously. I wish I read more than I wrote, yet here we are. I am incredibly cyclical and I like to write down my mind before it shifts.
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