Poetry

Cool breeze blowing into my window,
bringing lots of memories with it,
both soothing and paining,
bringing a smile on my face,
smiling I am about those stolen moments,
tears rolling out of my eyes,
pining for those sweet moments,
thinking of the times when...
we shared...
we cared...
the promises we made,

 Walking was an old man limping,
carrying with him was he, his age,
his bitter and sweet memories.

Skinny was his face very,

In the dark night...
I sit under the star-crowded sky.
the moon smirks at me,
as I sit all alone in the cool breeze,
the breeze teases me,
as I sit alone without the warmth of love,
the waves frighten me,
as I sit along with my fear.

The next night...
I sit under the star-studded sky.