It was one of those days again.
The stars were already losing their shine
at the terrifying sight of their usually so bright self.
She was crying again, they thought.
Another one left.
She made her way to her lover
hiding behind him, hugging him tightly.
“They left me again.”, she quietly sobbed.
“How is it fair that they even make death look pretty?
they make me want to adore them even more.
But they are dead, and I will never see them laugh again.”,
She went on as the moon held her tightly in his embrace.
“They did not mean to make you cry, love.
they left so out of them a new soul
would get a life. A new life that will adore you.”,
The moon softly whispered into the night.
YOU ARE READING
THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
