She was like the moon,
A part of her slowly faded away,
Every single day,
And she will be gone soon.
He was like the sun,
Shining even through the rain,
Not noticing her pain,
As his happiness shot her like a gun.
The only thing that kept her alive,
Was the way his happiness,
Reflected on her body,
That brightened the night.
-J.S.
