Fernando stands all nights
Right outside the pub,
Waiting for his special one
'Till 1:05
Wearing feathers and a black choker,
Barefoot and exited for the door to open.
Fernando waits and waits,
And everynight is the same
He stands there all night,
But Marcos never comes around.
Was he waiting in vain?
Was he a sucker for pain?
What if Marcos had moved on?
What if he was already gone?
YOU ARE READING
Moths
PoetryThey deserved better... Jane, Methuselah, Razor, these are some protagonists of Moths, a series of poems and short stories about loneliness, depression and maybe death... Only one way to find out. I DO own the cover (now)
