In the middle of the night,
Only the moon and the stars,
serve as our light,
while you are lying on your back,
I was thinking if I should tell,
the truth this way but,
I remembered Someone else is in love,
while looking at the stars,
I suddenly thought of the past,
the times when I confessed,
my love to you even if you didn't want it.
I looked at the moon and asked myself,
"what is wrong with me and
why can't you love me back"?.
©cassiee
C