When it comes to night,
everytime she looked to the moon,
She's hurt.
For her,
Nights are still the hardest.
Because the moon,
remind her of him,
who leave her first.
With a lot broken promises.
One night,
The moon told her;
"Don't worry, you'll be fine really soon.
Hold on"
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
When it comes to night,
everytime she looked to the moon,
She's hurt.
For her,
Nights are still the hardest.
Because the moon,
remind her of him,
who leave her first.
With a lot broken promises.
One night,
The moon told her;
"Don't worry, you'll be fine really soon.
Hold on"
#night #moon
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