You called me your star. But
stars are a look into the past. But
you said we would be infinite. But
yesterday you broke us. But
you promised you would stay. But
you walked away. But
I was a star. But
you were the moon.
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Thoughts of a Forsaken Soul
PoetryA collection of my poems regarding to the quality of human life, and how I've experienced the world. ©2015 xxsherryxx
