Snob

Sometimes I lie to myself (Telling myself some truths hurts) Let her be Don't miss her much She'll just text you back But every night I stand under the sky, lit with stars I find myself cpoet ng your name in every twinkle And curving your smile on the moon Tell me, Do you not hear my voice in the whispers of the wind? Or you just too busy Saying I haven't done much Say something Am giving up on you © philosophicated_poet ©Almasi_poet