Another night comes along, but the moon can't be seen. I remember when I dared to brush your lips, the moon witnessed my bravery and the stars did too.
My old and new scars bleed for all the lost loves on the list, and how each one of them left a different kind of permanent mark.
I know you can see the stars from your room and I hope they all whisper to you how crazy you were for letting me feel the way I did.
On this side of town, the stars don't glisten as much. But they still take me to the time we sat next to the water and how I wrapped you in my arms.
I didn't want to let you go.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings that I hide.
PoesiaThese are the feelings you'll never know about, because you are gone.
