No one's ever sureA Poem by Moonfloweraddiction is just another form of masturbation
And these are the times I love the best, when I'm all alone, when my mind is a wreck when I can bend to the powder that lies neatly on my desk Oh these are the times I love the best, and who are you to say that its the opposite, who are you to say that I'm wild and restless
I'm a lost soul without any direction, well who needs a compass when however far you go you'll always come back around again, how ever far you go you'll wind up here and then We'll just paint our faces, lay our lilies in the moonlight and fall to our knees Let us Pray Let us pray, for another day For another starlit night another chance to say
I didn't mean it anyway...
And these are the times I love the best when I contradict myself and leave the rest to your own inner concoctions,
what if I said
that our lives were only a disruption, like a volcano it's destructive, yes but not a malfunction, just a part of nature without any direction, and one day, oh one day it will die and it's rage will dissipate
We all dissipate, it's just another form of escape and when your raven hair is gray, I'll reflect your weakened state
So what's it matter anyway, just Let us Pray Let us Pray for another day, for another hour, just this way Cause these are the times I love the best
So, to Hell with all the rest
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14 Reviews Added on May 4, 2011 Last Updated on May 4, 2011 AuthorMoonflowerLouisville, KYAboutHello :) My name is Desiree. What brings me to this website is my love for poetry and storytelling. At this time I consider myself more of a poet, than a writer or author. I do not have the pa.. more..Writing
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