I have late night conversations with the moon,
And he promises me with all his heart that you love me.I have late night conversations with him,
About how we both love looking at you smile.We talk fully through the night,
About how your beauty is suffocating the both of us.I have late night conversations with the moon,
And he convinces me that you talk about me all night to him.We talk all the way through the night,
And I cry to him,
And tell him how I wished me and you were together watching the stars.He tells me how I should feel glad,
That me and you atleast lie under the same stars.He tells me all your late night conversations with the moon too,
And how you describe about me as though I'm as beautiful as the stars.He tells me how you think my eyes make your insides filled with love.
He tells me that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.
I don't know whether all of this is true,
But my late night conversations with the moon are the reason I'm still breathing.
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Feelings in words❤️
RandomPoetry, stories or anything at all. Just penning down whatever I feel like :)