seconds
hours
days
months -
did we really make it this far?
i'll love you to the moon -
do i want to go back -
god, no.
the new pieces of
moonlight;
how they shine.
a kiss on the lips -
it's just a kiss,
or that's what she says:
goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
