love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
“When the Moon Called My Name”
When the Moon Called My Name Night wasn’t supposed to feel this hollow. The world dozed under a velvet sky while Mara wiped the same stretch of café counter for the fifth time. She worked the graveyard shift at the 24-hour diner just outside the city. It was always half-empty—two truckers in the corner booth, a student slouched over notes, and the vending machine humming like it knew secrets.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
