Your skin like gold, the sun paints you,
Written in your room, I've caught you,
At two am, you check your phone everyday,
So lovely, so beautiful, yet so kind?
Strawberries and peaches grind you,
Your wishes to god sink their hands on to the sky,
Or the universe to enlighten you,
Speaking fluently to the angels,
To the moon and it's wonders
I find you like a goddess... someone to admire,
'Cause you and I, are the same,
Two eagles laid awake,
Our wishes wide awake, will stomp us,
Like needle's on a red thread
-L
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Poetry in disguise
PoetrySomewhere wrapped between your words, My thoughts beholden emerge, Somewhere false in the darkness I became the muse to your show -Laura Martinez
