lunes, 4 de enero de 2016

Luna by Laurel

Autor: Laurel

I live in a portrait of my own 

I sing in the mornings, and at night 

and sometimes in the day, and in my sleep, 

and while I shower, when I’m sad, and tears are all I have 

inside my soul. 

You called for me

You saw dreaming in my eyes 

You all said I was the one. 

The one that they would want 


The one, you all would want. 

the one who could be best. 

I didn’t need the best, 

perhaps just a little better than the rest 

maybe thats why I have always felt alone. 

Just a little.

Stars hang around my shoulders. 

sometimes they feel heavy

they tell me they are cold and sometimes I whisper to them 

that I am sad.

Even when I am full floating in the clearest of the skies 

the world can only see half of who I am. 

and half of who I am supposed to be

The rest of the world has always looked so far away.

Craters plucked through my wholesome body, eat out my middle 

But I am not to be eaten 

I am not to be enjoyed 

I am to be loved. 

But not by everyone 

Just by someone 

is it so wrong to crave the hearts of others?

is it wrong to want the worship of their hands.

Sometimes I am crescent, just for them 

I know they like it so. 

I can see the reflection of myself in their eyes

as they glare at me through telescopic looking glasses.

awaiting my every flinch 

asking for my every breathing detail.

I, like some god who beckons sweet wishes from the sky 

Strike lightning, whilst I stroke the thunderous lips of the far away planets 

that hide in the corners of the universe 

so far you could never reach them.

So far, that sometimes i am not sure they are even there.

Darker still they laugh in clouds of candy kisses 

and make you smile, bigger grins of infamous joy 

until you are a slither of cheese.

Since when was I made from anything but myself? 

Was it you that did that to me? 

Why did you tell them that? 

You hold my back whilst I light streets strutting on shoes as tall as s scrapers

So long as they are taller than yours I think.

I am frightful that when you - the sun, hide behind this heavy rainfall

I might not shine anymore 

with out you I may be no more than a reflection 

of dollar signs and bleach brave arrogance 

beside the stars, 

the people might not see me so well.

You ask me: do I want that?

I need you. Thats what you say.

But you want me because I am free 

You need me because I am more than you 

I am something you can not understand 

bewilder at my eyes 

and wander around my feet asking 

What happens inside my mind.

with out you I may be darker

I may feel heavy in the day 

I may not shine out of the papers 

and glisten like a pop preen princess of the galaxy 

I may be further from this world 

I may not stand brighter than any other in the darkness of the skies 

But I will still be here 

And I will be free. 

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