Moon lit dark and stars above.
Everything falls and turns slowly into darkness.
As I looked upon my calendar telling me that it was December.
I thought: Can I go back to December all the time?
The stars and skies above are telling me abruptly from above.
I've mastered the art of swallowing my pride.
And I thought, maybe when the clock strikes 12 again I hope I can promise myself to bring myself together and maybe, telling myself to go back to the time where we used to be in love on a cold December nights, sharing blankets, sipping a hot cocoa, and be free to do whatever I want.
We'll be over the moon and say, "I love you" with our tongues laced and tied.
Cold yet chilly nights with you in this cold December nights wasn't so bad after all.
Dancing under the moonlight is good, right?
So, come and just dance with me under the mistletoe then we'll watch over the moonlight deceasing as the sun ascends soon after.
YOU ARE READING
MOONCHILD
Short Story"When moon rise, it's your time." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 21,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 4,2024
