ɪ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ʙᴜɢꜱ

ᴍᴏᴏɴ

I want to cry rivers.
I want to scream storms.
I want to show you the thoughts you make me think.

But the weather’s too good,
and you’re in a nice mood.

But the sun will rise again,
and down goes the moon,
and the bugs will sooner eat my mind
before I give a piece to you.

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  • sorenbarrett

    The emotions overflow in this poem where a can is opened finding it overfilled. I have felt this before when the weather is too good to disturb and the moment passes making it too late for intervention all to experience a calm and sunny day. Lovely a fave

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    What a sharp little piece, Sylva. It holds back a storm of feeling beneath an almost peaceful surface...and that refusal to hand over even one more piece of yourself gives the ending real force. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • Fränz Müller

    Sometimes we need to hold onto things that are just for us.



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