my name fills the silence.

I don't like assuming but... I am the ghost haunting your verses, the secret muse who taught your ink to write, the "you" you carved when you wrote of moon and stars, you were just finding beautiful ways to say my name without saying it... how I wish it's me... I wish it was me who you write about... Every time you look at the moon I wish for you to see me in it... I wish it was me who lifts up your day... the one who makes you happy... how I wish... there's a lot of wishes that can't come true... but I hope for mine to be granted... may this aching heart of mine stop yearning for you... this mind who always thought that you'll choose me one day... this mind is full of assumptions... cause if you were to ask me how much I love you I would say "I will love you in every lifetime I live in" that's if if you let me. I just hope is you in every lifetime I live in... - peanut to whom I love...