The moon has many faces
Just like these human beings
Who are more animal than they seem
Just some flesh and bones buried in ego
While I was left to rot where did she go
Open sea soaring through the salty breeze
They hold themselves high like an eagle
But in truth their fragile like a mosquito
JE LEEST
Your Lie in April
Poëzie'Your Lie in April' is the third collection of mine; some lines only I and the person intended would understand that being said everything's up for interpretation it can mean something totally different to you and the next person reading which is we...
