Lunar beam illuminates her room,
Through sleepless lonely nights,
And plethora of colors.
For a soul she dare to love and adore,
Heart skips a beat,
Seeing him with another.
May she conclude her feeling,
As a parallel line;
Often so close — yet never together.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Lunar beam illuminates her room,
Through sleepless lonely nights,
And plethora of colors.
For a soul she dare to love and adore,
Heart skips a beat,
Seeing him with another.
May she conclude her feeling,
As a parallel line;
Often so close — yet never together.
Fate is inevitable. Sometimes, things really are not meant for us.