There were days that felt never-ending, as if the sun would not set, and the sky would remain its clear blue, and the moon would hide as if it had betrayed my heart and went in search of another galaxy.
And these were the days I'd resent myself the most, because if the moon did not love me, then what would?
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
