If I am the moon then he is my sun.
As he makes me shine, he shows my imperfections and yet I am still beauty.
But if he is the moon, then she is his sun.
And I am the lowly earth, observing it from afar.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
