The sky is clouded
The moon is hidden
My soul is broken
My heart is bleeding
Tears stream down my face
I am on my knees
Begging for a last chanceRemember the mail you sent me?
I thought it was another gift
Yes our last first hug was one to me
But I read through your lines
And my whole world fell apart
Nothing has ever hurt that muchNo one ever made me feel this way
You're the first one I've truly lovedYour smile, your voice, even your eyes
Everything about you lights up my days
To me, you're like the moonlight
You light up my path during the darkest days
You don't see me
But my heart still loves youRemember what we shared?
Remember all the laughs?
I just wanna stop the tape
And turn back time
I miss those times so much
Where I could be the reason behind your smileI thought we had something
Thought I'd finally found the one
You may seem friendly when I talk to you
But you sound like ice when I text you
Your words don't mean much
When actions speak more than you doYour smile, your voice, even your eyes
Everything about you lights up my days
To me, you're like the moonlight
You light up my path during the darkest days
You don't see me
But my heart still loves youDo you really want me to leave?
Do you really want me to let you go?
Cause if I do, I will not come back
Would you change your mind
If you knew what you're about to lose?Your smile, your voice, even your eyes
Everything about you lights up my days
To me, you're like the moonlight
You light up my path during the darkest days
You don't see me
But my heart still loves youOh moonlight, you'll forever be in my heart
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Note: I actually recorded this as a song (using a pre-recorded melody of one of my favorite songs), making it sound like a cover... but the guy never heard it. Looking back, I'm actually relieved he never did.
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say [EN]
PoetryI write stories about me, about people I meet, about those I wish I met and about the few I dream of. These are the secrets of my silence, in the form of lyricism and in the shape of verses. The first poems you read might make you laugh (although I...