It was a dark night, I can’t quite recall the moon
It was the first time
First that my eyes weren’t looking to the sky,
But someone I didn’t even knew
She became my morning
She became my dawn
If I was the dark, she became the moonlight
When I befriended anger, she became the reason that kept it apart
She was the peace I never sought
She was the reason my heart never stopped
I wanted this to last forever
But now, she is a memory of what was.
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Author:
Harshit (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2024 07:36
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Love it
Thank you!
You're welcome
Memories can be painful and sad. Nicely written
Thank You!
Nice one harshit
Thank you Chris!
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