I can't believe you're not as perfect as I imagined you to be. But of course, I wasn't able to shape my mind and body into an idea that suits your tastes and one I wouldn't want to shame.
So I forgive you. And I'm sorry. Let's live and change and maybe grow much closer, together and to the ideal.
Better, always for the better.
YOU ARE READING
To you, I sing across the moon
PoetryOne day I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret. But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said. About you. And about this world. All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh. No...
