Sunlite holds my desire, Keeping containd all
within, but as the moon ascends And the sunlite dims, all my
emotions catch on fire. Beauty, Darkness, Lust n despair, fly out
like the moonbeams on the air. The witchs soul crys out at last.
The days thoughts, are in the past. For passion reigns n the nite.
Witchfire burns n delite. Others with no understanding, run away in
fright. but moontide is ending and the sun raises its head. my
thoughts come flooding back to me, The witchsoul turns to lead. So
everythng thats in me is under lock and key, and waits again for
the moon to rise, so the goddess will be free. ML Blessed be my friends
Tag Archive: Poetry
I wanted out of bed today
But its just another pain filled day.
I feel like im wasting away
Its just another pain filled day.
Three weeks now ive been this way.
Ten years now ive had to pay.
Its just another pain filled day.
Im too young! I want to say,
Ive died 8 times! Ive paid!
Ive paid!
Oh no, i’m sick again
Lean over,
Grab my bin.
Its just another pain filled day.
I cherish the days that im out of bed.
Than I dont have to live in my head.
But out of bed I roll the dice
How far can I make it,
Before I pay the price?
On another pain filled day?
Months I go
where I get to live.
I laugh
Play
And start to grin.
BAM!
Its just another pain filled day.
Blessed be my friends
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 