He always loved the night sky.
He never failed to stare any chance he have.
More so, he loves the moon, itself, alone.
And she is his moon.
While I'm the star that falls so fast, so hard.
Wishing silently that for once, he'll spare even a glance.
Hoping that he'll notice me
That I'll be brighter than the moon in his eyes.
Before I badly hit the ground and break into pieces.
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Memories
PoetryFriendship... love... broken hearts... dreams... emotions... New beginnings... reality... A compilation of words that never had the chance to say, never had the chance to hear. Stories behind a couple of short phrases and words that mean a whole lot...
