I've been trying to fight the rising tide,
Catching the Moon, telling stars not to shine wide.
It's been a while since you walked away, you see,
Unloving you, though your presence still haunts me.
Like waves on the shore, emotions ebb and flow,
I hold on to the love that I used to know.
But time moves forward, and I must too,
Though unloving you, a part of me still holds onto you.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
