Like the moon wandering in the sky in solitude,
Pale and weary of its loneliness.
I am standing in the temple of my solace
That was hidden in the back of my mind,
Secure in the arms of white,innocent petals
That I long to pick to adorn my hair,
To let those heavenly scent consume me,
And heal me from hoping to witness the charade,
Of feelings that are destined to be unrequited.

Not every...