How does one get over something that was never their's?
How does the sun get over the mere fact that the moon and herself always chase each other?
they chase until one day, they meet
To form beauty no eye has ever seen
and still for some it may be fiction
but their beauty's like the stars
kissing the face of the earth and like fireworks in the night sky
they disappear
Disappearing into the depts of their hearts till another year
another day
another time?
But who does the sun blame when she's broken her own heart?
time?