The moon adorning my face
Making me blend in the rather pink sky
A shadowy figure caught my eye
As gleaming as it could be
Staring right through my misery
It felt as if the sun was out early
My heart yearning of hugging him intensely
The mysterious stranger soon became my night sky
The sight was now my only view
As bright and precious as ever
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What We used to be.
PoetryIn the morning his face became the sun, at night his eyes became the moon. I felt like i was dancing in those blazing eyes, but the moon is never alone stars take you away with them and leave you broken up.
