the moon

share your story. It has words.

It is not my story.

It is our story. Listen we walked on streets when drunk on homemade dandelion wine

It was terrible

I remember the moon and this carefree exhuberance. I cared for not a thing.

And my heart was wrapped tight in black banana peels. I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t look at it.

I dreamed of love and a future of love

And now every moment I watch the shadows for the one who stalks to steal it all away

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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