I love to be alone, that way I can no longer see myself
missing you, but when the waters of the moon become
too much to keep inside of the hourglass, I just resort to
dreaming of you, without ever waking up and smelling
the rose petals of you, it always seems to happen that the
rose gets smitten by the moon, and while they want to
deny the feeling, it isn't up for denial when feelings rise to
the surface.
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Up at night, with the moon of the rose petals, and the dreams
RomanceUp at night, under the moon of the rose petals, even in a dream loved the part where you chose to love me at night and make memories with me like I was your only girl in this world. You make the dark seem like it is lighter with you inside of the ci...
