Monday, 28 December 2015

#162

*HideousMonologue*


Before I sleep, I glimpse at the star.

It twinkles under where my lashes are

Only to whisper about who you are.

"He's just a friend my dear" said the star.

I guessed I used the wrong words when I talked to the stars.

I wished to never lose you and it sort of worked.

I should've been more specific,

Cause I wanted us to be bonded by love.

You are not away, 

But you are not here yet.

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