the last meeting (Poetry)

Confused by his words

Tired of her good heart

Who believes the falsity of men 

Tonight she will win for herself 

He invited her to coffee 

With the moon.



I sat in front of him 

The guitar 

Tears of the past 

And broadcast the fears of tomorrow 

Their hopes were intertwined

The hands swayed and swayed

She whispered a few letters 

She sheds drops of joy above her cheeks

Then they split under the darkness of the moon.