Nov 2013
habromania (n.) delusions of happiness
You've made me favor the silver moon over any other source of light.
The way it's beams shot across your back
and how it illuminated the greenest eyes.
It's evocative showers of white,
ethereal light coasting upon our lives and erstwhile,
I was thinking about how false this all seemed,
how unreal it had to be.
My joy was brought upon by some mellifluous boy who,
on my bad days I saw as some demon of my life,
and on the good days, my only savior.
Was I- *am I, truly happy?
Or is this just another lucid dream?
*Habromania
You've made me favor the silver moon over any other source of light.
The way it's beams shot across your back
and how it illuminated the greenest eyes.
It's evocative showers of white,
ethereal light coasting upon our lives and erstwhile,
I was thinking about how false this all seemed,
how unreal it had to be.
My joy was brought upon by some mellifluous boy who,
on my bad days I saw as some demon of my life,
and on the good days, my only savior.
Was I- *am I, truly happy?
Or is this just another lucid dream?
*Habromania
