Eye the Moon

Eye the Moon

What is this twisted promise
That was made between you and I
My model, a role I’d rather not live
What I know of who I am, would die
I fight to keep what’s right
from twisted
As logic between my ears
While my eyes show me mirrors
Reflecting all my fears
Shout at me of my ill worth

As if I would believe it soon
But I know if I keep moving
Thinking, learning, ever improving

I’ll go farther
Ever closer
Eye the moon.

 

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About Laura DeLucio Gross

The beauty of the word is the subconscious nature in which it finds it's way upon our lips or past our fingertips. The stroke of our fingers on a pen or a key or the softest breath carried past our lips have such an impact that friends, relatives and strangers can carry such words with them in their minds, to come along with us on a journey into our thoughts. In our darkest hours we must always remember to remain conscious that people have lived and died by words. I am a wife, mother, confidant and friend to many. There are no strangers in my world. Only friends that I have not yet had a chance to know. Sensually minded, self-educated, street wise, natural living, power tool wielding, minimalist mom with transcendental aspirations.
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