Mymoon Stories

A girl expressing her feelings for someone she love. Other languages are filipino!!

read if you want. I just want to write it all. This is about the inevitable crashing that's going to happen. When? How? Why? Idk... Only thing I know and care for is that my moon is here right now. The future can wait... This might be cringe and weird. But it's all from my POV. How it was... How I wished it was... How it changed... How it's going now... And most importantly, why it's going to shatter... ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I'm not a professional writer. I'm just pouring everything out. ⚠️TW⚠️ Sensitive topics. Such as self harm, suicide and others. Proceed at you own risk. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── All copyrights reverved to me and me only.

This is a story about a girl who really hate the moon because of a guy. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, Business, Places, Location ay gawa gawa lamang ng ihinasyon ng author. Grammatical errors ahead. I apologize for letter errors and spacing errors. ***

Childhood friend

Poems of a teenage past A story of sad stuff

Naranasan mo na bang mainlove sa Isang LALAKI at worst sa Isang BAKLA? Yong Hindi mo sinasadyang makita Siya ng magaganda mong mga mata ay Hindi mo na mapigilang tingnan Siya Ng paulit ulit. Ano nga ba Ang LOVE? Love is BLIND Love is a Strong Feeling of AFFECTION Love is INSANE Yong tipong Hindi Mona namalayan sa Sarili mo na nainlove kana Pala sa taong yon. Yong kaya mong GAWIN Ang lahat para mapansin ka lang Niya, yong tipong sinakripisyo mo na Ang lahat NG kahihiyan mo sa katawan para matingnan ka lang Niya. Kaya mo ba yon? Siya si KAMARA JANE MARTIN Ang babaeng palaban at walang inuurangan sa Buhay na maiinlove sa Isang beki na Si JEJE MARQUEZ Ang baklang masungit at ubod Ng Arte sa katawan. (COMPLETED) Posted: JULY 29, 2022 Finished: MARCH 10, 2023

a high school girl who fall in love with a boy that came from the moon and have a powers.

The beautiful Poetry for my Moon .

Every night, I look at you Seeking your light outside my window Hoping that you'll show up once more While I'll write a poem as you glow. Poems live in this book Ones of unsaid emotions When I'm with you. When I'm alone. Love that won't end soon Now that I can already call you my own. You will forever be, My Moon...

It's 2 am again the tears they just keep falling and as the pen bleeds across the paper i'm doing it again for you again My Moon dear...

She was walking into the darkness. The world fading behind her. That dullness. That's when he greeted her and guided her, like Moon guides a solitary traveller, in the darkest of nights and times.

MySelf... My Moon...

They say love can heal. They say love can destroy. But what if love is both? Three hearts intertwined by fate, torn by choices, and tested by time. A story of promises broken, second chances found, and the kind of love that burns even when it hurts. "She was the moon, their light in the darkness... but like the moon, she was never meant to stay forever." PS: My original story

Am his sun☀️ and he is my moon🌑 We are meant for each other 🌗

A 25 year old boy jin had a completely normal life 5 years ago he moved to Japan and is now back in Korea after 5 years. How will it be for him now? A lot has changed now. Will his friends still remember him will it be easy for him? We don't know it yet. He will meet a men and the men tells him a story about... After jin has heard the story he will try to change it, but it won't be that easy. Hey guys, I once decided to write a story like that, I hope you will like it. I just wanted to say English is not my 1st language so sorry when I write anything sometimes wrong. I hope you will like it and enjoy reading it. :)

A short story inspired by a true story

Welcome to my diary of lyrical poesy! It is a treasure trove of all my original poetic couplets, phrases and writings. Come and enjoy reading!

∘˚˳°∘˚˳°｡☆∘˚˳°∘˚˳°｡ "White brings tears, black brings acceptance" *.✧ ❥ A dynamic creation of love and sorrow appears out of nowhere as the hellians are awed and amused by its mere presence. Some are suspicious, some are curious, some are thankful while the others are foolishly happy, thinking of it as a blessing. Why? Because it brought them the light in the dark sky. They personified the celestial body as a goddess, whose rays affected one and all. They worshipped it at night and praised it in the day. Its mere presence changed their perspective as it's powerful rays revitalized all, irrespective of their crimes and regrets as a new race was produced. The Werewolves The Kim coven being the first ones to rationalize and improvise the lives of the messy and wild wolves. Surprisingly, no-one knows their origin, their past nor their life. But they respected them as they had more power, more wisdom and more organization than any of the other pesty leaders. But what happens when the coven finds a small baby lying near an unknown flower as he giggled and gurgled? Who was he? ｡☆｡ By Bulletproof_army

ახლა უნდა გაგიზიაროᲗ Ჩემი სიზმარი... არიტიროᲗᲗქო გეტყოდიᲗ მაგრამ ნახვის და წერის პერიოდᲨი იმდენი ვიტირე ვერ გეტყვიᲗ Ჩემმა ოლაფ უნნიმ მიᲗხრა:სიზმრები გვავიწყდება Თუ ხᲨირად არ გავიხსენებᲗო მე კიდევ ვუპასუხე:ამის დავიწყება არ ᲨეიᲫლება და აუცილებლად უნდა დავდოᲗქო.