Im in the wrong again,
Im trembling again,
again.again.again.
when will it stop?
when will I be free?
again.again. again.
I look up at the moon, and wonder where I went wrong.
I look up at the stars and wish I could just travel, instantly, to where they are
again. again.again.
I cry.
I cry.
I cry.
I would pluck the stars from the sky,
steal the moon of its glamorous shine, destroy mountains and plains,
Id even consume the rain,
just to put a stop to the deafening cry,
of the painful beats of my treacherous heart .

© Lia