She said she wants to reach the moon,
So I lifted her high up.
She said she wants to feel fame,
So I made her the star.
She said she wants to be pretty,
So I praised her night and day.
She said she wanted power,
So I made her my queen.
But then she wanted to reach the sun,
So I exalted her high...
But I guess everything burns.
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Poems. Poetry.
PuisiShort poems. Will add more as life goes on... Please don't steal my content, if ever, put some credit. Thank you.
