I never knew I would want
A tarnished piece of a broken wand,
Worn out by its age and time,
But I still want it like a fine wine.
It's all I ever wanted, now that I see
It's what I had before this misery.
I can still feel its ardor from the past,
As it glows with life in my grasp.
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Moonstruck.
Poetrymoonstruck (adj) affected by or as if by the moon: romantically sentimental; lost in fantasy or reverie A compilation of poems written in the aftermath of a faded infatuation, with the realizations of one's self, a greater life ahead, and freedom. C...
