Mystery

I wrote this poem on a bus I don't remember why but I know it was just below a half finished poem I was writing just second before. I had completely forgotten I even had this till I opened by book and saw it.

Mystery

If life's a mystery, one big mystery then why does it not give clues?

If life's a mystery, one big mystery then why am I not with you?

Oh life is cruel, oh yes its cruel and it tortures me with you.

Oh life's a fool, oh yes I'm a fool for believing in love with you.

So I pack up my bag, I gave life all I had and I bid my adieu.

As I leave at the door, I see you and I want to live life once more...

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The Wolf and The Moon

A story I read somewhere thought I'd share it. I don't quite understand it myself.

The Wolf and The Moon

The wolf one true love is the moon. Once a month he would get to see her. When he did he would howl at her asking her to come down, but she wouldn't, not matter how much he howled.

No matter how much he begged she wouldn't listen,

he just wanted to be with her,

he didn't no what attracted him to her but he knew she was the one he wanted to be with.

When she would leave he would look forward to seeing her again.

When he did, he would ask beg again but she just wouldn't listen. 

Although they we're so different, so far apart that didn't stop him.

he would howl and howl and howl, hoping one day maybe just maybe she would change her mind.

Till that day he would keeping howling for her till he dies...

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