I dream of pink panther diamonds falling out of the sky as I try to kiss you goodbye
I loved you with anger as if I'd seen back in time
To a place where we were happy and fine
Sorry I treated you like a tiger with a haunting growl
I remember you from corwall where we'd both be free and howl
Now I'm living in a nightmare town of lucid dreams
Where we think there is choice but it is all a scheme
I cried more for losing you right after I found you than for my torturous abuse
I cried us an ocean because I was late to get these clues
That it was you in cornwall where we danced on cue
We were orbiting like planets
We got humiliated too
It was a jail for animals like us
Treated like criminals in an island where the gospel rules
You said you loved me when I mouthed it to you
I found your eyes so bright I couldn't speak
I'm sorry luv
I feel like I'll never again get a chance to meet you
You hate me and your boyfriend almost gave me a black eye
But that's nothing now in a place where you're not allowed to fly the rainbow flag
Puerto Rico lost her freedom
I lost my twin flame too
The sky cried with the pain
Of a forbidden I love you
The sun rose to cleanse us of the cold
Yet we both said hate too
That's how it works here
Songs about hate and war
My home
You've been a slave for so long our blood boils
And the mountains try to sing your song
The birds call each other for help
But no one comes
It's not allowed
We're all the ghosts of pirates in my town
We're all the gods that the garden of eden forgot about
My people both blind and resilient
With a noose around their neck
Their broken bones unjust and uneven
The trees sing with the wind
And the sky cries every day
I love you
Yet I hate you for remaining a slave
Puerto Rico I feel you in my heart
So I fell in love with a nurse

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Like Clockwork- the songs and poems of a sad, gay, spanglish ghost (Lesbian)
PoetryJust songs and poems that go round in my head like clockwork. Some have videos of me performing them, others are on my soundcloud: Dante Tora Rush. Others are just words that the person they were meant for may have never seen. Some are not by me; T...