Promise the Moon

Such a beautiful sight tonight. 

The light of the night that shines unto my might.

I vividly remember the memories by the moon. A simple pact that made my life go bloom. The promise of forever that we gave to the moon is a reminder of how prosperous and radiant sentiments are all of.

Our love was the embodiment of Samson and Delilah, We were the epitome of the glittering diamonds hidden beneath and an example of a dedication that should’ve never descend. 

I remember by the moon, under the sky of lights we enjoyed liquors of scotch and movies of old. Gradually crawling upon me is the soft figure of your extraordinary body contacting every molecule in my body raising my corruption towards the erotic scenery of your nudity while we slowly danced the night.

I remember by the moon, she was the witness of all nostalgic but remarkable glimpse we made especially the scorching nights we laid. I remember by the moon, exactly 9pm in the night when you gave your sweetest delight, that promise by the moon which our lips of despite have no buts and yet conquered the fear of the night. 

I remember by the moon, the spell you cast upon me every time you get angry. Your witchery jealousy was caused by my immaturity. Killing your vibe with my blatant and miscalculated jokes were on purpose to grasp a flash of that irresistible smirk and that was all by the moon.

Just like the moon, love rises and sets. 

Just like the moon, it all starts and ends. 

Just like the moon, reflection does not prove connection.

…and I remember by the moon, that now I can’t remember.

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