The moon loved the sun so much that it never wanted to leave.
Each night the moon would kiss the sun's fervently burning skin and whisper winding words of love and eternity.
The sun would watch the moon and caress its face slowly;
Every crater made it more special,
Every crater made it more beautiful.
Why can't you love me the way the moon loves the sun,
The way the sun loves the moon.
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Painful Truths
PuisiLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
