05.10.24
While the sun speaks of hope and new beginnings, the moon sleeps with my demons and tames their horns. While kindness brings me glory and fame, indifference protects me from shame and pain. While titles gather the nobles at my table, the sword sharpens my every fall. While success sets my future atop the hills, failures strengthen my will. My love, it takes both heaven and hell, to calm the storms and win the wars within us.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
