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 May 2022 giovanna
Luna Wrenn
thief
 May 2022 giovanna
Luna Wrenn
you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
 May 2022 giovanna
cleo
Presence
 May 2022 giovanna
cleo
she's inside me.
sitting in the back of my throat.
i can feel her presence there,
feel her beckoning me.
i reach my hand out to take hers but
she's always just out of reach.

all she brings is pain.
i don't even know her name.
but i love her anyway.
Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

Where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

A past in the future, a future now past –
Nothing is solid. Nothing may last.
And shadows are lost as darkness surrounds
But for flashes before more confusion resounds.

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

All so wet and dreary and cold –
Where is the warm hand to touch and to hold?
Why all the fret? Why weary so long?
Where is the comfort in singing this song?

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

And moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

clj – 3-2-88 – 4:12am
Fate, your ice is hard and cold
But thinner in the end I'm told.
 May 2021 giovanna
Her
Immortal
 May 2021 giovanna
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r

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