still,
the moon is still here.
it still haunts me when i sleep.
how could i ever forget the way she made me go insane,
the way she moved my waves?
i know, the moon isn't as perfect as the sun
but i'm not perfect either.
but i at least thought we were perfect for each other.
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Poems
PoetryHello!! This will be a collection of random poems written by me, I hope you'll enjoy ♡♡ WARNING: Contains suicidal and depressed thoughts and a bit of gore.
