He was the king of silence
Keeping his thoughts deep within ;
Reciting stories to the moon
Of the untamed world so thin.

She was the queen of cold midnights
The 2 AM, silence, darkness and all;
Her eyes raining tears like stars
And thousands of them yet to fall

So when the sun began to sink
They packed their bags of words ;
Stretched their hands to hold
The truth about their worlds.

As he sat on the moon
He watches her from the start ;
Silently studying her from distance
As she skipped between the stars.

He brought the moon closer
Just to reach her out ;
Try to trust his only companion
In the world full of doubt

They met for the first time
Just before the dawn ;
But he promised to meet again
Tomorrow before the moon is born

They met at the junction
Of the moon and the star;
As final try he shouted her name
And She stopped as an answer from afar

They talked as these midnights hours
Are the only thing that belongs to them ;
For he used to voice his mind before
But there was no one to listen.

He unfolded his stories
That filled her empty nights;
Now they waited for the time
To spend together that they might.

She completed his songs before he could
And he got the hint in her eyes that grew ;
And He thought if he would love her
There will come a day when she would too. 

But like the moon she had a dark side too
She never believed in love affairs;
She had strings of past holding her back
As he reached to unfold her heart's layers

He knew this feeling a little too well
Of having a lonely suffocating past ;
But he couldn't just shake her mind
To assure that now it won't last.

He slowly picked the thrones
from the beautiful meadow of her mind ;
Keeping her distracted in his songs
Where solace in his arms she could find.

He slides through the comets' tails
With the wonderful plan of his ;
That tonight he would tell her
How much worthy of love she is.

She didn't knew how
The space drafted this story ;
Of meeting someone she could trust
And falling for him ever so slowly.

They got drunk in the moonlight
And watched the sun's gift ;
As from the darkest night
To a sunlit home they shift

She had her messy mind
He had his thirsty heart ;
He was her first love
And indeed she was his last.

~S
27/07/2019
5:12 PM

A/N :-
Finaallyyy a  poem with happy ending from my side.
It was tough. But I did it. :p

Dedication Part :-

To anareads__.  She's full of talents! I hope you publish your own book of covers or maybe graphics soon. Welcome to the Wattpad. :') 

Talks:-

I've entered this book into Wattys. Can you believe?  It said I'm eligible so I did. I'm not expecting anything but it feels good. So if you get a chance please do go for anything that makes you feel you've done something  meaningful.
Also, if you can share the book to the people who you think might be interested poetry, please do.
I'm reading short stories these days. I'm planning on writing one. Like it's under process in my head. So suggest some good short stories if you want. 

I'll see you all soon. Keep reading. :') ❤️