They said that,
you were the sun,
I was the moon,
and you loved me so much,
that you went away,
every night,
just to let me breath.
But,
no matter what they say,
my light will always be,
just a reflection of yours.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid Words ➵
PoesiaIn memory of all those who were drowned in their own unsaid words
