Through the wire, he watched her.
Her dressed flowed like the cherry blossoms his mother had growing.
The moon could never meet the sun,
So as she rose on the horizon,
He hid in the darkness by himself,
Letting her dance for the Earth, who begged for her light each day.
~Hannah
YOU ARE READING
Better Off Said.
PoetryA book of quotes and poems I've made. The smiles and tears. Throughout the years. I pore my mind into this book. For your eyes to take a look. Stories of just a teenager. Hurt. Pain. Trauma. Love. What life has for all of us.
