My Promise
by: Heidi Dezayas
Pitch black as summer nights cool off,
The moon is nowhere to be found,
For I have searched and searched to tell my bedtime story,
To the holder of secrets and wishes that millions like myself have told,
But tonight, it is gone; Again, I am alone.
And several stars shoot by, chasing all of their dreams,
But hope is gone for me
(
Read more... )