Treasure Island

Christian K. Montiel

(Tampico, Tamaulipas, Mex.)

Blue moon.


Blue moon
One more night with out you,
Is one more night to dream about you, my nights are lonely and colder as get older with out you under this blue sad moon?
Tonight I’m here writing down something’s about you, but is just a waste of lyrics because you never going to read what I had wrote, whenever I was thinking about you.
Walking alone as my pain mix around with misunderstood feelings, I saw you holding hands, I think with that man that finish whatever I couldn’t, so I’m here celebrating my loneliness since you went away under this blue moon.

Submitted: Saturday, September 27, 2008
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  • David Threadgold (9/27/2008 3:38:00 PM)

    Blue has mixed well with the emotions in your writing. thanks for the read. well done. Regards Dave T (Report) Reply

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