she was like the moon:
bright,
beautiful,
sad,
and lonely,
and she left when the sun came up.
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idealism. (poetry)
Poetrya collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended
lonely.
she was like the moon:
bright,
beautiful,
sad,
and lonely,
and she left when the sun came up.