I spoke to the skies about you last night. I spoke into the silence as the wind whispered back.
I told the world about you. Our story can be heard only by those who want to listen. Love is heard by those who listen.
The ones who think the sunrise is as beautiful as the night sky where the moon dances across the sky with a million stars as flashing lights.
The skies hold a million wishes and hide a million tears. If you ever find yourself asking of what love is. Listen to the skies. I told them about you.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryNever found the right time to say it. Never felt it was right to be said. I leave this as a message for those who read. These are the truths that were and will always be unspoken. But surely be known.
