Insane You

MoreĀ  than a reason, alive and new

You are so gracefully insane.

You are a thousand things.

As always and one more time

You just sit on the line.

Yet nothing is a big deal

And to be different,

So being in your madnessĀ 

And dreams that storms,

And those chunks of missing pieces

Your path meets,

But rarely crosses.

Such pretty things you said to me.

For all is said and done

You'll find a moon

Polished by your reflections

And like the effortless intake of your breath.

You are addictive and toxic

Insane in the wisdom of eyes

And still like the brightest sun

This is why you always shine.

◄ Just another thought

The Perfect Her ►


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