Beautiful Lunacy



Chaos spills from my heart;

impossible, too difficult to try, all kinds of wrong,


Still learning to write my own life story,

I sigh.

But you know,

there’s no blueprint for life,

no directions for a kiss.

You open the door,

and the thunder comes in.

It’s equally about me,

and it’s always about you;

whispers to me in ways,

rocks me in the dark.

Let me clarify,

and again,

what I know is:

I can live without


but I just can’t stop missing you.


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Thank you for reading,

with much love,