And yet, i still miss your presence by my side, with all the memories flowing trough my mind like a river of despair. All the illustrations on all those pages, back from when you were all thats in my head, back when thinking about you filled me with joy instead of sorrow- they hurt me... Each stroke, each line, it makes me remember that i used to feel... better. Better with you- my love for you may have faded for long, but nethertheless I am yearning for the happiness you awakend within me. All the hope and strengh i had with you...
I was better.... with you.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of moonlight
PoetryAll the feelings of the night, flowing from word to word like a sad song. And i dance to that song on the edge of living, wondering which move will push me over and free me of my pain.
