SILVER MOON
See? I was walking. A baby with tiny feet.
So cute. Where ever i choose again.
Rain love from women. Nothing but hugs
in big breasts smothered i knew.
I was the one with nothing but love
and I don’t know what it means.
YEAH.
Love hates whores. The sound is true.
Listen in a field of flowers singing
they turn their petals for you.
Yeah, the moon is silver until it
sees the love bestowed upon you.
like to sing shoot but know what it means
Yeah
We can have more? No, cause nature as
a whore says you are not worthy of me
and they say earth and soil shoots her
squirt in the face of offenders
You know what it means.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 