One day you are lovely as a summer moon
The next you are sullen as a petulant child
You dance between extremes, a Lord most fickle
Tell me, does it heal your need, or leave you needing more?
Some days you cry out for expression
Others you hesitate to speak
You know no constance, live off the drastic
Tell me, does it leave you free or do you feel trapped like me?
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Author:
Violetskies (
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- Category: Reflection
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