Marcos Estrada

4 years ago

If only I could see That star shoot once again Like the star I created From my lonely pen I’d wish too many times Between the lines Of all the notebooks Ive used with too many rhymes But never knowing That shooting stars Would create The unwanted scars Deep into the memory bank Of my margins Left naked and blank For the world to see I became that shooting star That suddenly felt free Of all the things that would Hinder me from wanting to Believe But I was too naive To look up at the sky And wish upon another star That shot by From the pistol That Orion held in his belt But I never really knew How that shooting star felt Was he running from the fear Of being alone? From the fear of being shown How beautiful he could be If everything was unknown? Or did he shoot across That dark abyss To hide away From that corrupted kiss That was on the lips Of all the other stars in the sky Luckily he never penetrated Through the skin of that blackened sky Because it would have caused him To fall down my sunny days and die But strangely enough I saw that same star Shoot across the big blue sky And it was the wonder of my eye Because it was the star I created From the sudden flick of my pen Where it drew out something So beautiful that I could Make a wish upon it daily And even kiss the lover I drew Under that star that shot across The sky in every single notebook