Full moon light
silver on my face
upturned thinking
of lost things.
Would have beens
could have beens
never will be's.
Decisions made
lessons learned
fuel all gone
for a fire that burned.
Settling in
loving too
adjustments made
things boxed away.
Sometimes crying out in pain
at the memories and lost things
I'll never see them, never know
how they felt, how I'd grow.
Stabbing grabbing ripping tearing
lessons learned are worth the sharing.
Screaming from so deep inside
that my voice is never heard
losing it's power
my smile is a flower
withered within-
blossomed you see.
Lessons learned.
Memories the sweet
retreat on moonlight walks
on moonlit sheets.
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