Until now in my demure sky,
Lived only me and my moon.
Together, happily,
Planning our sweet eternity.
But then my eyes wondered,
Away from my moon,
And behind me I saw,
A broken star.
Days passed by,
My eyes still fixed on my moon.
But in a dark corner,
I saw the broken star shining desperately.
One night I went to see her,
Keeping my moon in the dark.
I asked her for why she was broken,
Inspite of shining so beautifully.
Three days have passed,
Since I last talked to my moon.
For I, was deeply immersed,
In getting closer to the broken star.
The more I engage with the broken star,
The more distant I get from my moon.
As this realisation hit me,
Panic took the hold of me.
This distance is killing me,
My moon, I'm scared,
Of the thought of myself with,
somebody else.
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From the sky to the moon
Poetry"Just like the phases of the moon, ☾ My everything starts with me and ends with you ☽ And between us is the love we share that binds us together, Does your everything starts with you and ends with me too, my love?" ✨ these are some poems I wrote for...
