Soulmates of a has-been,
Soulmates to the end,
Fit like a puzzle piece,
Fell apart like a masterpiece.
Held together with string,
We'll wait till the fat lady sings,
So as the melody
Reached our ears,
We fell into forward folly
And ran away from our fears.
We hide behind plastered on smiles,
And empty laughs,
You used to make my heart race for miles,
No, you still do that.
But you don't know.
You don't know of my sleepless nights,
Or of the times where my heart
Just didn't feel right
You don't know how much I pine,
Ache,
Because I can't call you mine.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Moon
PoetryWhat happens when a long-waning knock gets answered with heavenly light? I trecked mud into your house with knuckles bloodied, but my heart, my heart leapt with joy when you saw and said, 'I brought bandages'
