up in the sky is the moon flickering light
in any case, I long to be up there
I'd prefer be up there than down here
it's so lovely
the justification for my pulse
it guides me home
advise me that the matter what I won't ever be separated from everyone else
since in any event, when I'm lost and befuddled I gaze upward and I realize somebody is taking a gander at it as well
it is the expectation and magnificence I see
it is satisfaction it's tranquility it's trustworthiness it's magnificence
I check out the moon and he glances back at me
he is my main companion on my loneliest night
On my darkest days he can hear me whisper and my loneliest nights he will be the best listener
sometimes the moon is the only one I can rely on people come and go
but he is the only one that will always be there every single night
About the Creator
dana may
a poet and i do know it
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
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