An earth without Its orbit cannot be tilted, without Its sun In control of It, so please, pull me back unto your orbit, and lets praise this once again as our habit.
Let alone be the controller of It, nevertheless without Its console, Its nothing left but to be concealed.
Leave me sheltered, leave me behind thornbush Into your own ambush. Let It scatter, embrace without having It to break nor shatter.
You paint yourself as the moon, aside from your name, luna. You looked upon the stars, together with, and asked me If you could be the spade of lunar, In all center of shade.
And my response were a short yes, Indeed Its as short as the three letter word, yet Its still awaited by many heirs. Be my ship, and sail me away from the rest, be my piece In all experienced wrecks, be my tangerine, even when I'm always stranded In the blue, lingering on foredrew, and always withdrew.
Let me experience for once to be sheltered In someones palace, without no pace, not having to race to be raised.
You're luna, known as one of the best, and I'm just one distant freak whos everyone looked for as a beast.
Isnt It one of many delicate matter for you to settle me and wonder, If some days there are two wanderers who want to wander againts the shade of space.
Its where the moon sits over there. Where, your almost near. And the alien finally meets Its moon over here.
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"Sure Thing" (Poem)
PoetryIts a one written poem, who forms an admirable touch to someone you like or love.
