The moon lost its balance and eclipsed... and that poor lonely north star right above it gone out of sight... abandoned, scarred and shattered which was once so bright... leaving many through the dark wandering in fright...
Beauty is mystery mystery lies in darkness; That may or may not be visible to the eyes; And it flows like a dark river that may carry danger but also provides for life;
If he leaves you Let him go Because when you fight for him, It’s not a fight for love It’s a fight for your own obsession Love is being happy together, Not possessing each other happiness.