The silent night
A moon illuminated everything in site.
A lone woman, shining brown her reflecting all of the moons bright light.
Her daark brown eyes, gloomy yet sexy.
It was a cold night yet she was warm. Her warmth radiated everywhere makign smiles across the street.
Her smile was the most beutiful thing you could have ever seen.
She was the bright light in my darkest hour, now she's dead. Because of me.