He's like the moon,
Not all perfect and with flaws like others,
but it's beauty adored by girls.
He's like the moon,
Lighting the dark nights
that I stayed home alone.
He's much like the moon,
He's always there tho one may not see.
And he's too much like the moon,
So far and unreachable by me.
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken Words
PoésieThe words I have no courage to say... I wrote them instead and keep it for strangers to read and wonder. While those who might know me would read thinking it's just another random girl.
