Were tied together
By a thin string
I came back
You turned your back
Wrap your blanket around me
Bring me breakfast please
Let's go
To the city
208 miles away
Where I left my friends
And head
Doesn't anyone smell it
My rotten dying heart
It's coming apart
Take your arms off me
Turn off the music
Listen to the faint beat
Don't you see
My eyes
Don't shine like they once did
Let us go
To the place where
I opened
My soul
And put it back where it belongs
YOU ARE READING
°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· Space Adventures ·..·°¯°·.·° .·°°°
Poesíafor all the poets who dream of space ₋ ₋ for all of those who are lost in space
