
I asked the moon about you
Consciously I knew the answer
I never thought you were the villain in our story
Turns out you’re perfect,
I fell for all your glory
You’re not mine to lose
There’s no one to blame and I get the blues
You keep me awaiting
You keep me unloaded
Like a raging gun,
In your back pocket
You asked the moon about me
You consciously knew the answer
Is not something you wanted to hear,
Neither see
What can I say, I know I caused a tear my love
But while the moon stays lit, you pray
I’m not yours to lose
There’s no one to blame and you get the blues
I keep you waiting
I keep you unloaded
Like a raging gun,
In my back pocket
And I
The hero of your story, got left behind
Watching the sunrise as I say goodbye
You
Walking away
I feel the pain, it tints my heart blue
I still remember the bottom of your shoe
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24


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