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Coming Back to the moon.

spirits are chained, welded,

the torment she’s facing, un-ousted

scarring each day, the pain, untested

unleash her, my dear.

she cries for the fortunate,

bleeding for you, just end her torment.

brown eyes turned blue,

pink fades to black,

how much more should she take?

in where did she lack?

awkwardly comfort,

she finds in her tears,

lured to her death,

bounded to her fears.

bubbles cannot bloom

with such gloom,

the vibe that she lost

caused by your selfish passing.

she scour to her knees with weakness

you walkway, effortless.

sealed with your kiss,

she weeps,

with backs not turning,

your heart she keeps.

my dear, don’t grant her pity,

let her walk away with dignity,

in peace, with no uncertainty.

pity for you to cause this terror,

what wasted life, you caused such horror.

she will find her home soon

I’m sure my dear, the princess comes back to the moon.

09-10-22, 4:44am

Lrz Meneses

~ by leerz25 on October 23, 2009.