Each boring morning passed slower and every emotional night passed faster.
Every colorful morning passed with emptiness and each monochromatic night passed with a lack of fear.
There'd I notice that you were the moon, the one who gave us the light.
And that'd made me the sun, the one that gave to some, cancer.
I loved you.
And you said sorry for the things that I did.
At that moment I was about to scream of loneliness, but then I realized that I could hurt people because I was searching for company.
I was meant to not be stared, to be alone, with no one closer than myself.
You were meant to be seen , to be loved around the stars, to be loved more than last night.
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Hello! I'm back with a short work of poetry, trying to better my writing skills and hoping you all love this.
Have a lovely day/night~
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Transparent Rain.
PoetryRemind me that the sparkles I see around her are imaginary. I felt like a dork asking her how did she get those beautiful stars, also called eyes.
