And when the moon shines at its brightest,
witnessing the singular glow of each star,
individually leading the way to your rather peaceful heart.
I dream of the day, a day when my eyes would sparkle at the sight of your loving nature,
when these endless tears freeze,
never to return.
A time when my heart shall help the smiles which disappeared from my lips,
to their safe return.
As I slowly erase every century which my heart and soul spent together,
with a torn spirit,
and a memory which vividly picked at each smile.
Taking back the moments when breathing would break me,
for there were no meaning left to take the next step for.

© nosihlekatherine