He had lips that could put me to the galaxy's edge, make me so high because he was my drug. My toxin if you will. But he left. Like the wind he was gone. He was my moon, I was the sun always chasing him but he just danced from my reach. Our love was a candle that burned fiercely, but he blew the extinguishing breath. And now he's gone. I still love him, I always will but it's over and I will move on, I will be strong.
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Letters to the Ones I've Loved
PoetryAll poems have been written and edited by me, these are from my experiences.
