There was a story
That the moon died every day just to let the sun rise
Their love was magical
They never were able to touch each other
Or to feel each other
From a long distance
They would stare for years
And never get tired of it
The moon will never be able to see the day
And the sun will never be able to see the night
For them this was nothing
They would give up everything
For each other
In the other side
They suffered a lot
But that was healed by their love
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts
PoetryI love writing when I'm alone because i feel free and my mind works better. Here I'll just show you my thoughts about love,friends ... my life. I hope you like it because i keep trying to write because it's my dream and for sure i'll never give up.
