You're the beautiful moon in the dark sky,
and I'm the lonely wolf.
Who cries for you at night,
because you are the love I will never touch.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
