Heart hanging from a string
Just like artistic bling
Only worthy of a king
It's too high
I need to fly
I need wings
- And a ring
It really is too much
Wings are no such
I dodge your touch
- Because all it leaves is a smudge
Girl on the moon
Wanna trade?
You stole my heart
Now give me yours
YOU ARE READING
Heart on the Moon
PoetryNothing. Just poetry. Words on a screen. Don't try and understand. Just feel it.
