There are was a time,
I asked the dear Sun,
why can't he steal,
the night away?
He said,
he loved the moon,
he had to die,
every night.
But how does
a star explain
the loneliness
I felt that day?
When I loved,
I never cared,
the reasons why,
we mattered.
But when you left,
I calculated
chemicals and dark matter
to solve a broken heart.
The mystery
remains in cosmos
yet the pain
was real enough.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
There are was a time,
I asked the dear Sun,
why can't he steal,
the night away?
He said,
he loved the moon,
he had to die,
every night.
But how does
a star explain
the loneliness
I felt that day?
When I loved,
I never cared,
the reasons why,
we mattered.
But when you left,
I calculated
chemicals and dark matter
to solve a broken heart.
The mystery
remains in cosmos
yet the pain
was real enough.