Nothing is the same
It slowly stretched out of bed
The moonlight lit the floor of her room
At her side, the love attached to the room
Deep sleep and affable eyes
It smelled the scent of that night.
There was an effluvium through the wind
It closed the window without eyes to the stars.
It lay again next to the impostor
She returned to his insipid reality
But she took advantage of the glittering moment
All the details of that wich one day
Loved her intensely.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Nothing is the same
It slowly stretched out of bed
The moonlight lit the floor of her room
At her side, the love attached to the room
Deep sleep and affable eyes
It smelled the scent of that night.
There was an effluvium through the wind
It closed the window without eyes to the stars.
It lay again next to the impostor
She returned to his insipid reality
But she took advantage of the glittering moment
All the details of that wich one day
Loved her intensely.
He loved me, one day
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