Dear, Diary...
The moon is showing itself,
While the ash grey clouds covering all over.
The dark sky not as gloomy as it seem,
Maybe, it's because of the moonlight.
Shining, brighten the space with its grace.
It sure is tiring for a few days,
My back hurt, my legs and arms ache all over,
And my stomach won't go easy on me.
But, this few nights...
The troubles didn't bother me much.
Because this few nights...
All I think is Him.
His voice,
His smile,
His jokes,
It's all about him.
Just like the moon, he shine my nights.
I know, and I'm not a home wrecker.
It just...
I still amaze with his 'lights'.
