Over and over again

I would like to sometimes just sit in a relaxed, 
and be quiet. 
Listen to the promptings of the moon, 
Saturn's tunes. 
I whether the snake heart, 
Did I get it for an inheritance 
from the ruins of paradise? 

My lights up inside me during the summer months 
lust excruciating vibrating arrow. 
Greed for money, and a treadmill 
my dear husband took the soul, 
and the life osaltani died. 
Tie's throat,, 
the world he sells, and travel. 
Money Greed, a gleam in his eyes, 
somewhere it lost in lust, 
and my life met only worry. 

Missing from my breast is happy, 
stress-free man. you forgot 
me completely, and you left 
the world go around. 

Milk jug becomes sour, 
the lonely and the days will be longer. 
Not lucky enough to make a nest in my heart. 
It is the very same one cliche, 
I write my poems, I 
over and over again every time a new story.