A Moment

Wrap me with
Whispered lies
In a love that
Lasts a moment

To haunt my dreams
The air I breathe,my poetry
To follow the echoe of
Moon like words – somewhere

You are made of stars
Midnight skies, sorrow,sunshine
And the ragged beauty
Of an ever after
That lasts but a moment

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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