She was a bit like the moon

Shining with borrowed happiness
and glowing with light that wasn't her own

But

the moment she felt unloved
she sank beneath the horizen
dark once more

I depend on you
When inspiration runs dry.
It's all I can do.

j.m.g.

i love this girl
but i used to love this other girl
and i used to think
i always would

but i don't

and it's an ugly thing
to not love someone anymore
so i won't love this girl
and it's still

an ugly thing

Life is fleeting she told him
They climbed in-between branches of trees
We have but a moment before-
She, rustling through leaves, slipped away
Footprints where feet no longer fell
He buys flowers for the ground
Her words still echo at night
"Loneliness is a condition of living"
"Empty rooms often speak the loudest"

Daughter never
ever fall in love
with a music man

For he will sing
your songs
of hope and love

He will steal
your heart and
he will hold
you close

He will show you
places you never
would know

Remember Daughter
Never fall in love
with a music man

But if you do
you must never
ever let go.

-R.

(3.15)
-LA