The moon never
left the sky;
-- night or day.
for his undying
love for the
sun never changed.
He burned for
her brightness,
leaving marks on his skin.
Now that is love;
A love we've always seen.
YOU ARE READING
Words Left Unsaid
Poetry#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
