But she is just a shadow
Erased by the blinding darkness
Nothing serves as her light except that moon
Just that moon that makes her alive in the night
And she liked it that way
Minding not the direction of it's light
Instead, in it's gaze she was lost
Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
But she is just a shadow
Erased by the blinding darkness
Nothing serves as her light except that moon
Just that moon that makes her alive in the night
And she liked it that way
Minding not the direction of it's light
Instead, in it's gaze she was lost
Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.
