A LETTER TO VALENTINES: THE HEARTBREAK ON A FULL MOON .
We make it right, and I never see it wrong. . Starting is so sweet, but the love nags to the extreme,with need to protect its own vine of happiness. .
No one wants to be the wanted but the heartbreak on a full moon is never indespendible.
Repugnance! The party sways by the voices of the devourers.
The moment of shamble and misleading blessings of feelings promises , but not knowing that it is all deceitful.
We own our minds, but we sacrifice them on the full moon, giving total consent to the flooding blood of pains of the broken heart.
How would we love?
How would we care ?
And how would we cherish?
We make the answers but still go for the angels of condemnation on our feelings that toss our reality around the boulevard of mock and frustration.
But we can still make the bell ,which our minds ring to have the benevolent spirit that will console our being and take us to the way we dream to lie for consummated fulfilment of facts of life ....
We can still make our bed of comfort by telling ourselves the truth about what we need and not what we should be wanting. But we just rely on what the moment satisfy instead of what we can satisfy our only moments of Joy in our lifetime.