46 | Nov 12
heaven is here and it calls your name
as I pray to saints to give you to me
I thought its a sign that you're the one
indeed a sign, a warning for my heart,
but I refused to hear and so the angels wept.
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Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
