Under the moonlit night with the clouds I stood, stopped and stared. For the first time in my life, I noticed. You hadn’t felt the same. But the night is deadly. It is what it is, poison. It was the heart wrenching pain that you had lied to me, yourself and your heart. And the hardest part was choking back tears of regrets remembering a reminder over the trivial that you refused never to know in time til it broke your soul. You broke my heart. And you left me. To cry.
But baby, you with your eyes made of galaxies shall always have my heart forever.
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