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My
Moonlight
Guy
He isn't that sunshine type of
guy
He's the luminous,serene,untamed
moon
He has deeply connected his strings to my heart
His melody makes my heart
bloom
He speaks his mind and then regrets why he ever spoke
Cause people made him feel like he had to lay low
He's laughing at times still there's emptiness in his eyes
I ask him what's wrong,he always tells me it's fine
He isn't the sunshine type of
guy
He walks miles alone in the
rain
Cause someone somewhere told
him
That he isn't supposed to feel
pain
He is so sweet though,like I could keep him close forever
But with all those scars,he says he feels broken
But how could I ever tell him that He isn't broken
And those cracks are like rivers of strength to me
Actually To me he is my sunshine type of guy too
But you know why I call him the
moon?
Cause He still is the master of the starry
dome
Shining bright every night when there is no hope
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Moonlight (Poetry)
Poetry"I know I'm sunk deep to this point To the point where I'm drowned Into this bowl of honey I feel I feel like there's no other way out" A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.
