she sits in the dead of the darkest hour
and reads... by candle light
he lays there, sleepless in bed
staring up at the moon... wondering, just wondering
where is he? she thinks sullenly
where is my prince charming in this world full of sorrow?
will i ever find her? he questions
will i ever be able to gaze upon those deep, hazel eyes?
the candle's light flickers
the moon remains the same... smiling at them both
both, who hope and love dream
and wish upon a falling star
that they, eventully, someday
will find each other... under the watching sky
Author notes
this was actually inspired by my roommate at Worldiew Academy last summer... it's kind of funny though, cuz she's not really the gushy, romantic type... but watching her sitting at the window reading... she was just so... picturesque
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