I don't want to say that I miss you
Even if I really do
Because people listening would ask,
"What happened between the both of you?"
Even if I have so much to feel and say
I can't go on another broken day
With the thought of you away
But the thought of you I pray.
I don't want to tell anyone what exactly happened
Because I don't want them judging
All I've said is we're still on hold or to end
But I know some of these friends are grudging.
So the thought of you stays
On my finger tips that goes on and on like a rail
By writing about you just to cope up
With the way that I miss you and hurts so much.
YOU ARE READING
Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
