The moon
is like a dream girl
you've always
wanted
yet
you can
never have.
You may
adore
admire
desire
for her
as much
as you want;
Hoping that
perhaps
one day,
someday,
somehow,
she'll learn
your name.
It's a wishful thinking
but hope
makes it worth believing.
HBY,
11.30pm
14 November 2016
YOU ARE READING
Overflowing
PoésieThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
