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2.1k · Sep 2015
Adapt
Luna La'Fae Sep 2015
I'm a fish that's trying to fly
There's so much air out here, I feel like i'm drowning
I thought I knew my way around
But the water is just not the place to be
It's so hard to adapt in this hydrophobic sea
The water's boiling so there's no turing back
I just wish I had these wings which I lack
I wish I knew my way around
And that it weren't the sea to which I was bound
737 · Sep 2015
Transparent
Luna La'Fae Sep 2015
**** of the earth
I swear, at one point, I thought I knew you
You lost yourself
Even though you knew it was wrong to do
Your actions scream
Who the hell are you?
Why?
I couldn't help myself
It wasn't me, it was someone else
But you are you even when you're not me
So that makes us we
I wish you were dead
Or maybe I really wish I were dead.
644 · Oct 2015
8 Ball
Luna La'Fae Oct 2015
Is it the way that you touch me
Or is it the way I touch myself
Is it the way that you hold me
Before I can take a relieving sigh
Or is it the way that I hold me
Like a bomb about to drop
I can't stop
I can't stop
But feel like it's all for not
Is it the fact that you tell me
Everything except what counts
Or is it what I sell myself
I can't help self
I can't help myself at all
Is it that fact that you left me
Or did I really leave myself
Is it too much to just love me
The way I can't love myself
I just so scared that I love you
Cause without you there is no love
an 8 ball told me I would never find love and that I'd die alone
572 · Sep 2015
Petrified
Luna La'Fae Sep 2015
by the glare
in the sky he couldn't bare
to look;
he couldn't do it
to cut the string
The stare took his life
As fast as a sting
So it hangs
The dreadful eye
Watching him branch
Out towards the sky
And many came
All to see
The hand that tried to cut the string
A poem i did a long time ago, related to a piece of art my friend did.
365 · Sep 2015
Waiting On You
Luna La'Fae Sep 2015
I've come from places great distances away
But never as far from your car to my bed
I've stayed in places too long so long
But never as long as my own head

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