12. Blood moon
Under the moonlit,
I confessed my love for you.
The moon starts to bleed,
As my feelings didn't reciprocate,
And so my heart breaks with shame.
—☆
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Snow without Winter
Non-FictionSnow without Winter is a collection of poems that may reflect on the agony of love, the complexities of love that are not returned, exploring the feelings of hope, despair, and everything in between. From the initial spark of attraction to the ache...
Blood Moon
12. Blood moon
Under the moonlit,
I confessed my love for you.
The moon starts to bleed,
As my feelings didn't reciprocate,
And so my heart breaks with shame.
—☆
