Either you end up
In my poems
Of heartbreaks,
Sadness and misfortune
Or you end up beside me
Filling the gaps between
My fingers.

She is the moon.
“I see everyday in dark,
Keeping my eye closed.”

Crave for me like a smoker
Craves for a puff each night.

Remember,

Each end had a beginning

And Every beginning will end.

Love them,
fearlessly,

But do not fear losing them.

I cannot keep on going back
To her like this.
I consume nothing but
I reveal tears of pain.
“I regret a stain that
Nothing can erase.”

Rejection is harsh.
I've gone through it myself,
But it's a fact of life.
Part of life is accepting
The fact that eligible person
That you might like
May not reciprocate the love.
It happens.
Be strong.

Maybe,
Someday.
Maybe,
One day.
This poem won’t
Be about you,
Anymore.

It's never too late.
The sun also takes
Time to rise,
But the sky
Never remains empty.

- Christian

Never ending number or
Everlasting soul ??

And with the longest night,
You become
Stronger and heavier.

Her breath smelled of
Winery Yard,
And the mix of daisies and lilies,
When my lips caressed hers
For the first time.

- Sharlinson N.