Under the moonlight
My hand held his
I was present
But emotionally I was with you 

I seek you in his eyes
I try to feel you when we kiss
Hold myself from calling your name
when we make love

Isn't it torturous for you too?
Do you ever think of me, Milord
Or is it just me?

Do you ever feel my presence at night
The same way I feel yours
I guess I'll never know
After all, it's you who decided to let me go...

Poem by: Desire_dream_love

Age: 21
Favorite food: Pizza. 
Drink: none
I Love writing beautiful sad poems 

Books:
Moretti Crime series: (removed for now)

Book 1- His girl 
Book 2- His queen 
Book 3- Love me or leave me