the moon kisses my skin
i kisses it back
we danced under the twinkling stars
we listened to one another
as the wind blew
we took advantage of our last moments together
for you had to go
when the sun came up
-r. l.
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𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 - poetry ✔︎ • wattys2019
Poetry𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 ༉‧₊˚✧ ↬ poetry from a girl who is changing for the better ↬ copyright 2019 © ↬ author: rina lynette
