I wanted to hold him tight
between my arms.
To caress his face as I try to
remember every detail of him,
but I just can't.
Oh, this scorching torment
of forbidden love.
It's like the love story
of the wolf and moon.
Staring,
loving
each other from afar
simply because they
aren't really made
for each other
but still thinking
they are, so they
have been locked
in a love story---
a love story destined to be
an epitome of tragedy.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
