The moon harbors a million broken hearts.
And never once has she complained,
That they are too much.
She knows the most pain;
The most tears and fears.
And still, the queen of the night
Shines bright
For those who can not see the light.
When the world is quiet,
At night.
She comes out,
To carry broken hearts again.
Every night, she's still the same
Every night, she'll never change.
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Love and other Drugs ✔️
PoetryYou must know real war To walk into my life with No bulletproof vest on⚔️ This is my book of poetry about love in all forms: growth, healing and other drugs. I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life! 🦄 WARNING: This is m...
