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A walk past dinner, under a full moon in a starlit

A walk past dinner,
under a full moon
in a starlit sky,
a lovely cool breeze
caressing my hair while
gently kissing my face,
much like our times together.

Everytime I try 
to hold you tight,
you'd slip away.
You were to be felt,
not contained,
much like that breeze.

I was a candle in the dark.
Too bad you went too strong,
you killed my flame, my warmth.
Now I'm just melted wax,
yet frozen from the inside. Post dinner rants. Power cut in the hostel all day. Hence all the vibes.
A walk past dinner,
under a full moon
in a starlit sky,
a lovely cool breeze
caressing my hair while
gently kissing my face,
much like our times together.

Everytime I try 
to hold you tight,
you'd slip away.
You were to be felt,
not contained,
much like that breeze.

I was a candle in the dark.
Too bad you went too strong,
you killed my flame, my warmth.
Now I'm just melted wax,
yet frozen from the inside. Post dinner rants. Power cut in the hostel all day. Hence all the vibes.