As I stared to where he stands
He had a long and forlorn face
He has the saddest eyes
And gaze so cold and blank.
What happened to the past night
The whispers of love and romance
The promise of his kisses
And the security it brings.
But as the clock stroke to one
The magic was all gone
He only left his marks
Like tattoos in my mind.
Permanent and steady
I thought it would be
But I couldn't have him that long
I just borrowed him from the moon.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
