The full moon never looked as beautiful as today
From the bark of my seat, in this town of age
Poorly they sing of their faith in god
Echoing, poachers peek down the state
I don't think I'll survive another sun
If this is all that's left, let me a cake
My father never celebrated my birth
I'm not sure he assumes me awake
Mama, if you somehow catch my words
I love you, and I'll see you when you're here
The full moon, I looked like one my whole life
The fool that always moons over his love
The moon shining down the love of the sun
In the dark, I shine for those who see me
In the dark only
They don't like it, this town of age
They don't like me
But god hears my pleas!
Do you hear my pleas, god?
Poorly I sing of my faith in you
I'll tell them all to the crescent maiden
Maybe she can tell you then
Has she ears full of flowers
And mouths full of caterpillars
When they fly, she'll echo them down the state
You see, I'm no different from them!
A small single speck of an alarming thunder
A drop of rain in the dark
A freeze of blue in the middle of the sea
When the storm goes away
I'll be gone with no trace
I'm no different from you all!
But was i cold enough for you to shiver?
God, keep my poetry in mind
The full moon never looked as beautiful as today
Like the starlights behind her I belong in space
Where I can see that none of this mattered anyway
But god, keep me singing for a trace
Sylas, 7th of September, 35
ESTÁS LEYENDO
MR. BORN TO LOSE
Romance(BXB) Inspired by Lana Del Rey's Honeymoon album Samuel Clifton is a literature fanatic, he has an infatuation on one particular poet, Leonard Sylas. Upon stumbling on his work online, he immediately felt a connection between him and the long gone p...
