It's Pain Not To Write

It's pain not to write- I'm blooming, let me be To fight my own fight How clever, to be Always right; Or else, fit to be tied In the pale moonlight Ties come unbound When you're on the ground: In some full moon, I'll drown Write the pain blooming, It's not always me- I'm my own clever fight How right, to be pale Under tied moonlight, Unbound, unbind Drowned, when you're full: Moon on the ground Drown moon, full in Grounded, unbound And moonlight pale Tied in fits Always right; Though too clever, to fight Fight I? fight me? and how Let me be, let me bloom Write no pain Ground by moon Full, when you're drowned Unbind, unbound Moonlight tied under Pale be to right How clever, to fight On my own, always Or if I'm not me: When it blooms, Pain writes.