Possessiveness

Now that you have gone, 

Taking away the stars 

Leaving the sky blank, 

Taking away its beauty. 

Your eyes, a universe, 

The world will never know about,

I will keep a word, 

A promise of love, 

The oath of my love, 

Could never heal your anger, 

What a curse,

For a poet to admire everything, 

That a random poem,

Of the stars ignite your soul. 

The sky stays naked, 

Pale, broken looking at me. 

The Moon never talks about this, 

For she is afraid, 

You would also take 

Her away with you.