TALKING TO THE MOON
every night,
i wait for the moon to arrive
so i could tell her about you
the way you laugh
the way you smile
the way you speak
the way you love me
the moon would rest in the clouds above
hearing me talk about you endlessly
and when the sun starts to rise
as the new morning begins
i wait once more for night to fall
so that i could talk to the moon about you again
YOU ARE READING
october & us - poetry
Poetryunder the amber canopy of autumn, my soul entwined with yours ❀ ༉‧₊˚. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ જ⁀➴ credits book cover ✿ pinterest & unknown original artist poetry collection ✿ original writer - mye ⋅˚₊‧ ୨ notice ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not copy any of my w...
