Soon, all of these will turn into memories- your face, your voice, your feelings.
But it won't matter to me anymore. Because by then, I will be over this pain of slowly losing you day after day. I will be staying up at night with some friends and a good movie, and not alone waiting for you to chat me. I will be busy taking pictures of the pretty skies in the morning, rather than watching the moon at midnight, wondering what you're thinking.
Soon, I will be happy and contented with what little love the world has left for me.
Soon...
But for now, let me drown myself with sadness. Let me feel the pain of slowly losing you day after day. Let me stay up alone at night, patiently waiting for your name in my chatbox. Let me watch the moon at midnight, wishing you were thinking about me, too.
Let me be lonely and craving for what little love your heart could give me.
Until then, when all of these finally turn into memories- your face, your voice, your feelings...
my feelings.
UNTIL THEN
—elya
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Elya's Notepad
PoetryThere are millions of stories scattered across the night sky- and some of them are mine. 🌙🌟 Elya's Notepad (a collection of prose and poetry)
