At night, the moon tells me about a lot of things; how the stars twinkle as they burn, how the darkness consumes the sky, how the people look up to fantasize. And each and every time, I tell her about everything— about you; how I long to be in your arms, how my heart beat goes wild everytime I look into your eyes, how heavenly your skin feels against mine. Because there it is, you— are my everything.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you
