I'm not bright like the sun, a personality of the moon I represent.
No one has seen the darkest side of me and yet you tried- they tired too but left; as it was too dark for them. There are sides of me that are too dark, some sides shine in the darkness like the brightest of the stars, and others, some that are too much to describe vividly. But love, you've reached much further than they did, and still, you promised- promised but left. But I love you for that yet it hurts as it did before since you left like before.
Another promise broken, another string cut.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
