Submissions by Anomalyjf

She can tell its way past midnight
From the cool breeze sweeping the stars from the night sky
But she doesn't attempt to move
Her hands still hug her legs
Like the depression that sits on her heart
Her forehead rested over the bend of her knees
The deluge of tears has dried
But the wounds are still fresh though
Her countenance hangs low
She learnt not to lift it
Or her voice, or her hopes
So she can't see the moon
As it weaps for her
It's shape like a smile
It's shine beckoning her to reciprocate
If she lifted...