I am lost in confusion with the state of our being confused by faith, and faithfully lost in your eyes. I am the moon that watches over your darkness, lost in lust, engine running, but nowhere to travel. I am the guitar that weeps for your love.., sky crying, but no tears in Gods eyes. An infant laughing, capturing the essence of life without knowing. I am the hunger in the pit of your soul. We are lost in the cosmos of the damned, pyramids crumbling. I am the fish that refuses to swim in the hatred of war. I am whatever you like, with the exception of everything. I am love...
Reason for writing:
Love
Birth sign: Aquarius
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