memories burn
like that bonfire
the one i was invited to
but here i am
on the other side
laying on the pier
talking to you
because you never miss a
beat
My Moon
dear...
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the Moon
PoetryIt's 2 am again the tears they just keep falling and as the pen bleeds across the paper i'm doing it again for you again My Moon dear...
I
memories burn
like that bonfire
the one i was invited to
but here i am
on the other side
laying on the pier
talking to you
because you never miss a
beat
My Moon
dear...
