Every Night

I steal thee every night

And return thee before the morning’s strife

Yes, it’s a strife for this life

Is so miserable without by my side

Why in the night?

Thou might ask

The risky truth is that dreams only come

When moon shines and the sun hides

Every moon light is a banquet of fantasies

Every daylight bestows unwanted realities

I would rather live without life

Than living seeing you longing for someone sight

When would you be mine?

That’s the question

For I long to see you sit beside me

And feel your warmth embracing me

When would you be mine?

That’s the question

It’s now or never darling

Time is fleeting, nights are changing

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I wrote this when I was in Grade 8.

To Kuya Xyrel,

Thanks for letting me float

by the idea of your existence.

Date Written
November 15, 2015