To love, unrequited
It’s better to have loved, and lost, after all.
2 min readDec 3, 2022
Oh you are the waning moon of my life
You are the echo’s call that never returns.
Your silence wrecks me
as I hope for more
and wish we were never acquainted.
Oh you are the waning moon of my life
You are the echo’s call that never returns.
Your silence wrecks me
as I hope for more
and wish we were never acquainted.
Drawing from personal reflections on identity, culture and womanhood. I also ghostwrite memoirs. htts//www.storiesbymae.com/