Cold nights with you,
Were always the best,
The moonlight on your face,
Defining each flaw,
I could stare at you forever,
And when I wake up the next morning,
The cold night leaves a reminder,
The emptiness beside me,
No poetry can define it,
The feeling of losing something,
That was never yours to begin with,
The sunlight is cold,
Just like the night you left.
YOU ARE READING
The Age of Starlight
Poetrya book of poetry written in the shadows of the night, with the stars as the only light. while the age of starlight was at it's peak. *completed*
