...be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, and make use of your wings while you may.
The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal. – Aleister Crowley
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Salt in my open wounds and the only thing I can think of is tearing you limb from limb, I know I shouldn't have allowed you in. Solitary kiss I purloined is leading me down a path I’m not sure I would want to venture. My hunger will never stop and I reap its scanty corn, what mystic fruit his acres yield? From night till sunrise all I want to see is you.
Raging war against the storm below the glassy frozen surface of my core and yet you try and see but breaking the surface will only pull you under where you would grant me permission to devour you. Tell me you're substantial and not just achieving to quench your own curiosity. Appealing with the radiance of the Lunar Moth and his shy delicacy unlike the selfish butterflies that prance and throb for my spotlight. Pealing your beautiful wings apart even if that is not my purpose with you, how long will you try for me? My assumption is say to say, ‘Not long enough.’
Mea Culpa…
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Salt in my open wounds and the only thing I can think of is tearing you limb from limb, I know I shouldn't have allowed you in. Solitary kiss I purloined is leading me down a path I’m not sure I would want to venture. My hunger will never stop and I reap its scanty corn, what mystic fruit his acres yield? From night till sunrise all I want to see is you.
Raging war against the storm below the glassy frozen surface of my core and yet you try and see but breaking the surface will only pull you under where you would grant me permission to devour you. Tell me you're substantial and not just achieving to quench your own curiosity. Appealing with the radiance of the Lunar Moth and his shy delicacy unlike the selfish butterflies that prance and throb for my spotlight. Pealing your beautiful wings apart even if that is not my purpose with you, how long will you try for me? My assumption is say to say, ‘Not long enough.’
Mea Culpa…