Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2019
Every time we met, it was a starless night.
Each one moments, of fresh excitement,
and giddy delight.
Now that it's over I feel little more than fright.
Now I must take flight,
into another starless night.
Written by
John  20/M/moving foward
(20/M/moving foward)   
  204
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems