She's paralyzed by day, emotions move at night..
Awaiting the sun to fade and the moon to rise..
She goes then..
To that place, where? No one knows..
Just her, the moon, the stars and the peace of midnight air..
Her lover joins her, but he's not there..
"Where are you love?" He would ask..
Just smile, kiss her softly and walk away..
Again he's gone..
A tear falls from her cheek..
Finally, she's doesn't feel alone..
She's able to speak..
Maybe to the moon, or stars, in where her eyes stare..
Or just confessions in the midnight air..
by John Lee
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John Lee (
Online) - Published: June 27th, 2016 15:22
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My friend,
I just finished my confession to Bert. But if we start writing confessions, we might as well start writing our autobiographies?! Do you keep a diary John?
No, haven't ever got into the diary thing.. this poem was actually from my imagination believe it or not 😃
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