The moon is an enchanting crescent
Tiny pearls sprinkled across the sky
The beauty suddenly curtained by dark clouds
Her face darkens as the tears starts falling
Heavy and uncontrollable
Hitting the earth like tiny pebbles
Her screams echoes throughout the nature
Emptying the pain in her heart
The windows are wide open
A pair of eyes staring at the sky
Glistening with tears
A choked sob never escaping past the lips
Mind burning with jealousy
Jealous of the sky for being able to cry out loud
Without the fear of being judged
Jealous of the sky for not having to bury her feelings,
Away from the world, only for her eyes to see
Only for her eyes to cry!
YOU ARE READING
The language of heart<3
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems ,some random thoughts.
