above was the moon of long nights
and the wind kissed my skin
taking me back to the time
when he was once everything
the first time I laid to him
the eyes he caught by his face
there I stood melting within
and this young heart raced
his almond eyes met mine
and I took it as the hundredth sign
but her hands tying to his
vanished my butterflies
the figure of him I sculpted
it has been ruined by madness
but still I was left haunted
by the ghost of sadness
this night brought longing back to life
with his remains left in my mind
everlasting to hold me back
from leaving things behind.
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Forget Me Not (Completed)
Poetry2nd Poetry Anthology This is a collection of poems I wrote when one particular ghost from my past came back alive to haunt me, bringing back all the ache that kept me up all my nights. Every night, he sleeps beside me and whispers, "Forget me not." ...
