Confessions to the moon

 

Teach me the art of letting go,

My Midnight Queen.

This heart is a toy I want to throw.

It doesn’t make my eyes gleam.

 

All I do is Dream of you…

Sitting in that moonlight chapel.

I know, I know, white was never my hue…

Couldn’t resist biting from the Forbidden Apple…

 

Sway me slow

My Midnight Queen.

Unbending somehow…

I am stuck in between.

 

I’ve got fissures in my eyes

My Midnight Queen.

Beloved a devil in disguise.

When I thought his heart was pristine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

Sorry for the late review! I got real behind on my read requests..
I absolutely loved your poem, especially since I love the moon! It was such a pleasure and delight to read :)

[Ana B.]

It's okay, i have very many RR to review.....thank you for stopping by and for the sweet words!

[Cool Girl]

You're very welcome :)

[Anas Reyad]

Very nice, keep going in your writings..

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[Lyndy]

Nice poem, I like it very much! :D

[Ana B.]

Thank you Lindy :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Very nicely expressed the emotions here, I like how you conveyed all these feelings, a nice read

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by :)

[ANTO]

I know nothing of this 'letting go' thing... but... sadly I am learning ;)
I love that their is another for the writer in this - one who will never not come around - a celestial lover who won't let them down. We often run back to those idealisations when we are hurt for comfort and reassurance. We get from them a chance to rebuild the Self - for the next heartbreak...
Well penned Ana. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you ANTO. We all seek refuge......i guess no one can beat up the self preservation instinct :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Aaahhhhh.....the lure of prestine hearts....:). Could it be that we set ourselves up for failure? That our expectations, or even irrational imaginations make it impossible for anyone to measure up? My comment is just a bit of poetic licence......great write....particularly biting that apple in the chapel - such utter guts! :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the lovely words :) Sometimes...it seems like all we do is set oureselves for disappointment....in truth, nobody will ever measure up to our expectations......but life was always like this.....

[emmajoy]

Seems as if there's a lot of memories behind this post... sadness hurts more than sadness.. phrased in gentle but distinct erudite phrases! Seems some experiences eat into the mind and all else, hard to let go.. even though heart says otherwise. Perhaps.

'I know, I know, white was never my hue… Couldn’t resist biting from the Forbidden Apple… '

[Ana B.]

Sadness is very inspirational. Thank you very much for stoping by Emma!

[Mayank]

I think metaphors were very well used here, I like the reality author is talking about - that one can't let go off the things they love most, doesn't matter how devilish it was.

[Ana B.]

hmmm.....the point is to keep holding on in spite of that.Thank you very much M :)

[Lizardo]

''Teach me the art of letting go,
My Midnight Queen.''
what a great poem Ana, I love everything about this one :)
Good work!

[Ana B.]

Thank you Lizardo!

[Luna Zerimar]

Your use of imagery was spot on.

"My midnight queen".

Love that.

Good read. x

[Ana B.]

:) Thank you Jessica, you're very sweet.