Stabbed in the soul by his angel,
Still hoping for touches and hugs,
I don't know if I'll ever experience that,
Because his angel is far better than a trash can.
Days passed, months gone but haven't stopped,
Thinking about that one sun in my sky,
But hearing their worlds had fallen apart,
I was both in heaven and hell.
Getting to know more about that golden sun,
Knowing it wasn't just a sun or a dandelion,
But a worthy, lovely, brighter soul,
I was crazy about the feelings he was driving.
Finally, a confession of emotions was made,
Now I know I had the best moon to my earth,
Like a smile with its cute dimples,
Like a star by its glowing sun,
Like a lover by it's belover.
-Savarnnaa~
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