There was a day
Where he was the first person
To see,
Her face would have a
Curved line.
There was a day,
Where calling was the only hobby at nights with unknown stories,
But
"He is right here"
One thing to realise.
There was a day,
Scares on her hand blaming her self to be depressed
Cause she had,
No one to understand
Friends with cigarettes
No further plans.
There was a day,
He stood there seeing her dance in the rain
where he lifted his hands pray to "THE LORD"
"She is his peace"
Make him her angle
And he will fight for her till he dies,
She is the happiness
That no one could define.
There is a day,
Where every Sun has to die (Set Down)
Every night,
To let the Moon
Breath.
Its time for the sun
To set down.
(SUNSET)
Every story does has an ending
We don't know how it ends, it might be good or a bad one.
YOU ARE READING
MOONLIGHT
PoetryDedicated to My Love #The_Criminal Thought to find a way.. But some day ill make it, even if it takes it on us hundred years. Life had many levels, She is my life.. Her soul, the bad and the good in her. Her smile what I found in a million. Stronges...
