At night, the moon tells me about a lot of things; how the stars twinkle as they burn, how the darkness consumes the sky, how the people look up to fantasize. And each and every time, I tell her about everything— about you; how I long to be in your arms, how my heart beat goes wild everytime I look into your eyes, how heavenly your skin feels against mine. Because there it is, you— are my everything.
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YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you