She.
She came.
Wrecked my world.
Took him far away.
Out of my pitiful reach. Weep, child, weep for the losses.
I can't live without him though.
Not her fault, it's mine.
But I love him.
I really do.
Don't go.
Don't.
Luna Elvenfleur xx
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That Boy
PoetryThis is the first ongoing compilation story/poem piece of writing. Let's see how it goes. Luna Elvenfleur