clinging on the moon
Defying on gravity
That pulls me toward the earth
It stopped, for all that matters
Nothing to push
Nothing to pull
And left me float endlessly in space.
Whoever wants to rotate the world
Turn it around when you're not there.
To leave me alone to bear the beauty I see
when it pains me not to share it
with the one I love
So, let me be,
Let me cling the moon
For it is all what I have left
Its resonating light
For you are not here anymore
To turn my world around
/** Another sad poem for unrequited love */
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