The Moon
She became my sun,
but the darkness came.
I feel nothing but a hole without her shine.
I see the moon staring at me but
that was nothing to me.
I am surrounded by wolves, yet I'm not scared.
Hours passed by still no sign of my love.
I felt worried and at the same time abandoned.
Where are you my Sun?
Why am I with the Moon?
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Cared Once
PoetrySome words that a boy bled when he got his feelings destroyed by someone that he loved the most.
