call me half
-crazy, some
crescent-style smile
,
but sometimes that’s
all of me
i let you see.
i’ve got a darker
side.
howl away.
but call me full,
and i’ll show you, fool:
whether i’m giving you the cold
shoulder,
out for blood
or feeling blue,
i’m always
waxing
waning
crazy like a
wolf.
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mooning over this one 😉
heehee. thanks!
That old mystery moon is such good inspiration.
Crazy indeed, but would you/I/we have it any other way? 🙂
I really like this poem.