To love means to love me
Bright in sunlight
And the moon
Of the midnight
Strikes 12 of my heart
And I can hear the air coming like fog
And making the night more brimmer
Than the thoughts that run like veins through my mind
And then it all comes down to what the heart of the night says about my dreams?
YOU ARE READING
To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoetryThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
