You loved me with the silver moon gleaming upon my whole being. You adored me with the stars burning in the background. You wanted me when covers of the night hid us from the light. But, once the morning came, you forgot what love is. All the light from your eyes dissipated as if the golden rising sun absorbed it all. The flowers of your words withered away together with the slumber of the moon. Now I know that the sun will always be superior to the moon.
Once the light falls and darkness unveils, it is my time to forget about me and you.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
