To see the moon that covers your eyes and makes the moon a different place as the story of us reaches the heart that only loves you and as the petals come to see you are everything of what my heart may mean to me. You may have rushed the heart like it was a petal but the heart could never be more than just the moon that covered the rose petals of who you meant to me.
Coming like it was another day in the moments that only held the sun as if it was no longer grey and you found the sun and the moon that stayed together as if they were one with the stories of their unwritten loves adventure. You chased the heart you gave me the moon that could only be written about the time I had you.
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Book 5 | Call Me Out, Call Me A Rose, Call Me A BlueMoon
PoesiaCall me like a flower, That made me into a rose petal, Where dreams had filled the voices, Where speaking through a story, Was not a choice, Where instead like the memories, They stayed inside my head forever.
