The Moon is a Sphere

Status: Finished

The Moon is a Sphere

Status: Finished

The Moon is a Sphere The Moon is a Sphere

Poem by: Kathleen Megquier

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

My love, my hate for it, my commitment for it.

Summary

My love, my hate for it, my commitment for it.

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Submitted: January 08, 2012

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Submitted: January 08, 2012

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Blessed moons, secrets released soon.

You’ll soon know everything there is to know about my soul.

I feel you in every inch, every perimeter of my being.

I can’t erase this feeling, replacing it with another, it will soon falter.

I love you so much, but my hopes for you seem to diminish.

You can’t seem to finish, the love you once promised, seems transparent as the glass windows I look through, hoping for a different scenario, a different perspective.

Still the same, everlasting blame.

I can’t help him, but I feel I can help you.

You bring so much beauty through me, if you could only keep this flowing, keep me glowing.

I am reeling at the thought of caring for another, it’s caught.

I release. Simply simple. Our compassion will grow and flourish, if I can keep this consistency at it’s strong persistency as it currently is now.

I’ll take your hand, we’ll walk, we’ll run, we’ll fall.

Isn’t that the process that overcomes us all? I’ll find security in your smile, I’ll find comfort in your eyes, forever trapped in your lies.

Pretty, little things, that don’t sting.

Fantasy is far more entertaining.

Tell me more, elaborate to my core.

Kissing, feeling, sighing.

Content rushes through me, washing every aspect of me.

You make me get up, greet the day, bid farewell to the night.

Genuine and continuous, I don’t mind living life with you.

I’ll strive to keep this statement true. Relishing in thoughtless rooms.

Things sprawled this way and that, imagery lacking the fact that I see nothing, feel everything.

Eyes so limited, breath so inconspicuous.

He’s lurking in the peeks of my brain. Sane and lathering the vibrancy of my prosperity.

Conspiracies to bring my thoughts down, loudness surrounds the quietness I so needed to be found.

Everything beautiful decays with such things as time and adolescent crimes.

Childish but learning, I know someday I will be able to keep this partnership turning on the sphere of passion, the sphere of lust. 


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