now I understand the worry of the moon, and what is human at the heart of all the darkness crowding her. i learned today that people are a kind of drug and everyone is wasted on them.
Humans are like drugs, and everyone is wasted on them.
What a line!
your voice compliments this perfectly…almost as if by design;)
Completely unintentional.
I didn’t mean designed as in manufactured…as in aligned. Your voice was meant to read those words.
I know! I was jesting. I have been told I have a very somber voice. It definitely suits my sad little verses.
"and that I may never reach that one untamed acre
of wild I call a heart"
Wow, great line and great poem, I love it!
Humans are like drugs, and everyone is wasted on them.
What a line!
your voice compliments this perfectly…almost as if by design;)
Completely unintentional.
I didn’t mean designed as in manufactured…as in aligned. Your voice was meant to read those words.
I know! I was jesting. I have been told I have a very somber voice. It definitely suits my sad little verses.
"and that I may never reach that one untamed acre
of wild I call a heart"
Wow, great line and great poem, I love it!