to the moon and back
i went for you,
with a mission for the passion that tasted so new.
heated skies
apple pies
tenderness and
broken pieces.
pick them up and slam them back;
let them
coat your throat.
my sweet surprise,
your metal eyes
have turned my heart to stone.
now i roam
these concrete streets
dreaming for a home.
amber, ruby, golden
sunbeams
light me up but
put me out.
saccharine sunsets are old news
without familiar upsets.
to the moon and back
i've been for you.
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