Moving on

And suddenly the stars did not shine as bright as they used to. The music did not sound as heavenly as it used to. Your lips did not taste like they used to. Your voice did not fill the air as it used to. Your tears did not hurt as they used to. I guess this is what they call moving on, but why do I have to move on. It is easier loving someone who do not know. Then not loving anyone at all. Not even yourself. I guess I like the pain. I guess I believe I deserve it. I feel like flying on the wings of love again. Through the skies while having my arm around your waist. Your head on my shoulder and you on my mind. Keep me etangled please. Without the vines around my feet, I cannot stand. Without you I am rootless. I am nothing else than withered leaves in the wind. Left on the ground and slowly rotting into ground. Hopefully I will be the ground for another tree.