13 Moons Paula Araujo Parra
Her tearful eyes, Her aghast glance, And her broken heart held in her hand.
A handful of words scarred her skin Deeper than a dagger ever could,
But my love for you survived Even the deadliest of wounds.
His baseless logic, His painful words, And his twisted eyes staring at hers.
Imploring the stars for an answer— That is what her nights have turned to.
Thirteen moons passed by, And she was foolish enough To believe it was gone.
In spite of the hopeful forgiveness that Her heart wishes to bestow upon him, Unexpected escape is what her mind Appears to be shouting for.
“Do not ask a question You don’t want the answer to,” They say.
Hours after the scheme, She glanced at him once again, She should have been resentful.
Yet she could no longer Allow patience to rule her heart.
Reaching | Anabelle Kreitzman | Photography
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