Looking at the sky makes me wonder how it feels to be free to show what you feel.
The sky is so honest. It shines the brightest when it's happy. It becomes gray when it's sad; whenever she feels like crying. The sky becomes the prettiest when the sun is setting, it shows that sometimes a goodbye is beautiful. It's peaceful when the sun is rising, showing that there is always a new beginning.
Looking at the moon makes me feel better; it's telling me that sometimes we shine the brightest during our darkest time.
I closed my eyes and wiped the tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
The wound in my heart is not healing, it's always been there. Bleeding. It's aching, especially when the moon reminds me of him.
The guy who looks at me like I am his moon.