The blue moon I created as a character of you hoping you would change the eyes of the sky
and finally catch your butterfly in the wild but now I am just a girl on the hunt for the
animal of the night and she just sat there wondering how it was you could ever speak to her
without a voice and even though your lips are moving through and through the page no
words have found their voice it is just a mix and match of unscrambled letters and now I
am here to change the words to fit the story after countless tries of leaving a voicemail
without a text on my phone because it seems you have forgotten one detail of my story that I
couldn't send the letters without an address or a text message without a phone number in
my contacts.
The only lips I want to read are the mixed signals you are sending off to me and even though I
am not a mindreader of knowing the language of adding words to the speech of your words
And now all of the noises are coming from the music playing in the background of my
heartbeats and now they have turned into quiet voices of the songs lyrics of untitled voices
but characters in the verses.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PoesíaMy love letters of poetry to you Was the last memory that became the start of the dream And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
