sweet moon

The night was c l e a r … I stepped outside because the words on the pages felt too near … I looked up and I asked the stars a question … They said nothing but they smiled at my confession // what am I supposed to do when I love someone as much as the ocean loves the moon ??? ... I really believe you’re an angel, the only angel for me // my sweet moon, my sweet moon ...... ania sheehan // 26 // mesera en el bar irlandés.