As I look upon the sleeping sky
Creating stellar faces of a dream guy
Witnessing mystery indefinitely
What made me feel with such reality
As I walk under the shallow night
Wishing the sand would just eat me alive
For im still hoping that the moon and I
Will walk our hearts in once upon a time
The moon that brightened up my summer nights
Had made me wish, made my life,
A fairy tale of Fiona-like
Forever waiting for someone so near, yet so far
The moon that witnessed my foolishness
Has no heart, void and faceless
But against all odds and differences
My reality still strikes at its best:
To dream of you than be unable to dream at all...
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wrote this when i was 16.
so sad that you can't make people stay in your life and that... they'd be just as good as memories.
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Precious Times
PoésieTrip down memory lane. A collection of poems i did over the past few years. Hoping you'll like it! Happy Reading! PS: You might actually need a hanky with you before proceeding. :*
