I trust the flowers to take my secrets to winter.
I trust the moon to carry my sadness through night.
I trust the stars to take me with them when I fall asleep.
Why can’t I trust the sun to keep my pain through the years when all she very does is make me feel warm
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.
