Jul 2017
My universe hung from the tip of his fingers.
As he played my constellations to rhythm
of his own selfish desires.
He created the moon to tame me,
and the stars to make me believe in his magic.
But he forgot one thing, his sun gave me fire,
and his strings gave me strength. My galaxies at last,
had no lengths.
*Sandoval
As he played my constellations to rhythm
of his own selfish desires.
He created the moon to tame me,
and the stars to make me believe in his magic.
But he forgot one thing, his sun gave me fire,
and his strings gave me strength. My galaxies at last,
had no lengths.
*Sandoval
