Last night, I saw a clear blue sky
In the darkness of the moon
And my lover said
that blue are just the
color of my eyes.
So, I turned and looked at him
But he looked just the same
And my uncultured heart screamed
That I loved him
Two days later, he rings me and says
That his eyes never saw my bleeding sexuality
And was sorry
But my lover always knew
That I am not okay
And I would let the darkness in
In hope of him.
So much for the night sky
And so much for his love.
But my lover, he has no name.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
Last night, I saw a clear blue sky
In the darkness of the moon
And my lover said
that blue are just the
color of my eyes.
So, I turned and looked at him
But he looked just the same
And my uncultured heart screamed
That I loved him
Two days later, he rings me and says
That his eyes never saw my bleeding sexuality
And was sorry
But my lover always knew
That I am not okay
And I would let the darkness in
In hope of him.
So much for the night sky
And so much for his love.
But my lover, he has no name.