by Poetically Yours, Chesca
The sun was gone.
And we were stars in the dark
That shined in neon lights
And boundless feelings
Of carefree raised hands.
Losing themselves to the permissible poison
That slid down their throats.
I don’t know if I was lost in the clouds because
Of the heavy smoke that filled the room,
Or the sea of people I drowned in
Searching for you.
Dancing under the moonlight
With strangers of another kind,
Whose hands ran down my sides
Like wandering children without a map.
I’m sorry I pushed them away.
I just wanted to be explored
With someone of a genuine desire
The clock strikes eleven p.m.
Shooting stars flamed passed me
And I did not get the kiss of cliche teenage love songs.
But that’s alright;
Because the wolf still looked up to the gleaming full moon,
And howled loudly for me anyway.
On a side note, I didn’t write about the same boy this time. Do I get a reward?