I fell in love with the moon
With her elegant imperfection
With the way I felt she was so close that I could touch her
But in the morning, she went
And took my heart with her
Took my love with her
I let her go
Because she took my pain, too
And I would hurt as long as I held on
I fell in love with the moon
With her elegant imperfection
With the way she taught me that good things only last if they were meant to
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
