The lonely
Her: It’s a shame you can’t watch the night storm and the bright moon at once.The storm brigs me peace, but im alone without the moon.
Him: I’ll be your moon so you can have them both. I’ll sit with you trough night storms, so you won’t be alone again.
Her: It’s only empty words I hear.
Him:Why?
Her: I’ve heard this fairytale too many times before.Now it became a simple phrase without meaning in my lonely eyes.












