At 2 in the morning,
I remember writing something with you.
The bittersweet fate of the future,
the possibility of us,
the strings we had to pull,
the things we can never control nor end.
Somehow,
I wrote something in my mind.
I never told you about such kind.
But I know,
in my own version of the future,
we'll chase our dreams,
follow the stars,
and still
be there for each other.
However,
the aftermath
was that this future never existed
for things ended already in the present.
YOU ARE READING
Starlight
PoetryStarlight is a poetry book about love and loss, but it's more than that. It digs deep on the miseries, yearning and peace you're craving for. It's a poetry book for all ages, but it's more of understanding genuine connections, friendships and facing...
