Eden is a place on Earth
Where we once danced
Laughed, loved, cried
Lied and grew tired of the muse
Our smiles were created to be
Fruit was rarely scarce from these trees
They were shadows, heavy curtains
Gnarled and dreary, if not a backdrop
To roses and stargazer lilies that
brilliantly contrasted the damp, stone walls
A garden we shared as we grew
Budded and bloomed, hand in hand
Though beautiful and bright
The flowers wither and fade
Weathered vines conquer the cold wall’s cracks
Trees, sit bare, nude
A reflection of us
Once-bitten fruit rots beneath our feet
Eden is our home on Earth
Where we now toil
Stained, scarred, sinners
We lie in the fire of a ruse
Our love is destined to be
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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