A Glass Full of Empty


I sit in the moonlight
With a glass full of empty
And all I see is oblivion
Just stardust, that made memories
With the clock

For that moment looked
Like a forever
Never to be caught
Only a glimpse worth cherishing
Only to remember

For what was true in
That moment was another moment
Maybe a few dreams
In each broken pieces
Of our love

I wish to forget
The way they went
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of our souls

Memories in a
Sky full of wish upon stars
Of a broken soul

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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