So I was in the middle of the dark when a moon brightens it.

she full it with lights until I choose the stars.

the stars that only shines when there's dark, the past that I no longer wanted back,

but the moon?

I still want her, but wanting her was a dream.

I lost her, because of a game that make her cry, a game of playing feelings.

I love you darling.

but this is our last to shine, let's be back at dark then find a moon that'll be our bright.
© zyronsmith