She once stared at the moon
Once tears rolled down, and tears broke free
She felt the breeze sweeping in
Until there were no tears to shed
Eyes locked to the beauty of the moon
When the scarlet tears drip from her vein
When the frantic soul was screaming and crying of a broken child
And the wind has solemnly left her bare
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
She once stared at the moon
Once tears rolled down, and tears broke free
She felt the breeze sweeping in
Until there were no tears to shed
Eyes locked to the beauty of the moon
When the scarlet tears drip from her vein
When the frantic soul was screaming and crying of a broken child
And the wind has solemnly left her bare