• jbhayward 50w

    The moonlight kisses her face
    The tear about to drop from her eye illuminated by its milky rays

    Nights are the hardest for her
    When she is left with only her thoughts and memories

    Memories of what her and him were
    She used to love the day
    For with it brought hope
    the hope for new memories and growing love

    Yet with it all removed, and in its stead left hurt and hopelessness. She now feels more aligned and comforted with the darkness of night.

    -J.B Hayward