Eternal FlameCan you still remember when we were under the moonlight?
When the breeze was cold as ice
When the stars twinkle like the flickering light
And in the middle of our figures, there lies a work of art
I can see your pretty face reflected by the blaze of the fire
Your eyes glistening due to the playful little flames
The sound of cracking wood licked ruthlessly by the fire
As your hand makes its way to my hand
I refused to feel the coziness given by your hand
I slowly walked and waved goodbye
Tears were both on our eyes
I hated to do this but this is the least I can try
It's hard to leave someone who means a lot overtime
So enjoy every moment like it's not going to happen next time
And now that I'm regretting what I did that night
Thank God, I woke up
No more dreams, no more lies.
Just the bittersweet feeling of life.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced