The moon knows everyone's darkest secrets.
Can't blame them for telling him everything, he is after all the best secret keeper.
I remember the countless nights I spend looking at him with tears in my eyes, begging him to take away my pain, and he did in some way, just be shinning through the night with my secrets kept safe.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
