when the sky turns dark,
the moon silently illuminates
my face peeking through
the wooden window
where i'll view.
the sky is clear
that the stars can be seen
oh so dearly and twinkly!
like a wish and a dream
so beautiful to see.
i slowly close my eyes
with a smile
i would remember
that we're seeing the same skies.
and somewhere,
somehow,
i will always
wonder if for a moment,
you'd think of me
even for once,
a brief moment you'll spare
in this lonely but beautiful night.
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Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
