Maybe the moon misses its sun
Maybe the sky mourns for its dying stars
Maybe the sun shoots for the moon
Maybe the galaxy looses its head too
Maybe the rain wants a clear sky
Maybe the clouds wants to touch the ground
Maybe the air wants to blow me away
Maybe no one wants me to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Words I Left Unsaid
PoetryThese were the words you wanted to hear but I was too afraid and a little too late to let you know.
