MOONLIGHT
Every thought crushes another part of me.
Each time I pick-up this pen.
Everything to flow with the ink,
is just another damn thought of you.
It's always of you.
Every step to wards purity.
The thought that,
I'll never be back with-in;
your secret circle of friends again.
God release my soul.
I hate this emptiness;
Lingering inside of me.
Always in-love.
Ever retracing my fears.
Just standing alone.
In-love nowhere again.
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