Finding my passion for writing
When I was just nine years old
All I ever wrote about
Was the rainbows
The moon
The crushes
The heartbreaks
And the stars.
I always wrote about other people
And how they have made me smile
Or safe
Then how they have disappeared
And then hurt me.
Now, the sun
I will now write about the sun
I will write about myself
Who always kept shining
But in reality she was burning
Whom was always far to her soulmate, the moon
Yet sometimes is too near to touch
The sun always glowed for her twin flame
However, was too shiny to keep false ones
And the sun is now an evolved woman
Not yellow, but red
Burning with flames
And everyone is too intimidated
To touch or to face.
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Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
