Still, I am holding on...
Holding on to the promises
You told me that night
When the moon was above us
Witnessing your confession
of love for me
that was the most amazing night
I swear...
But I was too weak
for I feared a lot of things
it was late enough for me
to come to my senses
and now I am like a fool
still holding on to that night
when being undecisive
gave me too many regrets
I hated myself for making you wait
and eventually letting you go
it just made me long for you more
now that you are far away from me.
nunawrites13
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Soulful Talks with the Moon (Poetry)
PoetryMy Poetic Creations 66-13 I get some peace of mind whenever I have these late-night conversations with the moon. Perhaps, I am a Selenophile. I love the moon. I love its beauty. I love the different phases the moon goes through. It has the power t...