I took the moon
and peeled off its layers
(carefully)
until I got to the core.
I found silence
as an independent language,
weightless words
living without backup
and high hopes
hiding behind black butterflies.
And yes,
I was that arrogant -
as I expected to find
a heart-growing tree;
an answer,
to this genuine interest
I unintentionally grew...
a solution,
to this honest cluster
of irrelevant thoughts
longing to be matched.
But my head must have been
that far up my ass,
I could kiss my own heart
(and I better did) -
The day feels broken again,
cause I couldn't keep it to myself
and I caress insomnia
as the cracks of my night
ruin the best paint
life ever made...
As usual.

WOW! 



I really love the imagery in this piece - especially the opening lines 












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