There is a story of a girl
She was a good girl

The good girl
became sad

Good girls don't
Become sad

She hid her own sadness from everyone
No one knew

Her sadness scared her
No one should ever 
touch such darkness

Alone
The darkness swallowed her.

~~~

There is a story of a boy
He knew.

He knew
The eyes that looked at him

He saw the same eyes
Every morning
In his own bathroom mirror

Alone
He reached out
He touched the darkness

~~~

A hand appeared.

A hand
Not too bright
Not too dark

She reached
He pulled

She pulled
He reached

They both climbed out
Of the darkness that swallowed

~~~

There is a story
Of two friends

Who became
Each other's 
Moonlight
In the Darkness