You confide in the moonlight,

Night after night,

Endless disenchanted lullabies,

How you ache to smile,

Within each wave of disappointment,

The song grows older still.


Don’t over-complicate it.

Don’t over-compensate it.


Your world of false limitations,

Fantasies and infatuation,

Leaves you weak at the knees,

Far too eager, to please,

Hollow inside.


You are barely living,

But very much alive,

Don’t underestimate this.


It’s how you steal their hearts,

When the mist leaves your mind,

When you drop your disguise,

Open your eyes,

There’s more to wisdom that being wise,

More to dreams than lullabies.




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