The moon mocks me tonight
its pale whiteness fading into crimson smiles
Yet all I can see are your lips
and Your breathtaking smiles
and that
The stars dont twinkle like your eyes
is all I can think of
How it doesnt matter
this broken heart
even if this pain is ripping apart
the fractured pieces of this fragmented heart
its just an organ pumping blood
in which you had once filled love
while
you mon amor
are the whole universe
in one being
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
