The night is as empty as always.
The moon is hiding behind the clouds,
The stars are showing such a hideous smile
And the lamplights were turned on, illuminating this boring road.
Many people are crossing the street, enjoying the night walk.
Their faces are painted with a bright smile,
As if they were trying to hide their sadness.
They would laugh and make a joke,
In order to not to show just how empty and lonely they are.
Their scars are very visible.
One does not have to take off their clothes to show them.
Just take a close look at their eyes.
Empty, sad, and lonely.
Those are the best words,
To describe a broken person.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
The night is as empty as always.
The moon is hiding behind the clouds,
The stars are showing such a hideous smile
And the lamplights were turned on, illuminating this boring road.
Many people are crossing the street, enjoying the night walk.
Their faces are painted with a bright smile,
As if they were trying to hide their sadness.
They would laugh and make a joke,
In order to not to show just how empty and lonely they are.
Their scars are very visible.
One does not have to take off their clothes to show them.
Just take a close look at their eyes.
Empty, sad, and lonely.
Those are the best words,
To describe a broken person.