Beneath the sparking stars,
I sit with my moon.
All night watching your fire eyes,
never wanting to stop any soon.
And you laugh and call me a fool,
for diving in love so deep.
And now I understand why,
cause'you were never mine to keep.
I tried so hard to hold you tight,
but you vanished with the dawn.
And alone I cried while,
trying to stitch back,my heart torn.
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When The Stars Talk
PoesiaWhen the cold air sweeps through the sky making everyone snore inside thier cold blankets... They talk~the stars....whispering in hushed tone, so that no one hears them. These are some collection of poetries which the stars sing at the midnight to t...
