“Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.”

I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.

Men like you were never meant for storms like us.

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.

The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.

I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.

We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.

I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?

In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

You’re the secret whisper of the mountain. The fresh water stream that babbles down the majestic moonlit reverie. You’re the silent hush of screaming stars that ache my heart with the taste of magic.

She was in love with the moon, the stars in the sky. She was taken by the earth, wanderer child.

The sun doesn’t abandon the moon to darkness.

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

In my head i built a ladder, to reach the moon and stars, with you.

Moon, stars, and night sky. That’s how I kill my anxiousness.

Wherever you are my love, know that we can still see the same moonlight whilst counting the same stars.