11th: You and me
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I saw the moon tonight,
however, the clouds blocked its sight.
My head is haywired with a question,
just like how the moon reminds me of our situation.
When everyone else disappoints me,
how is it possible that all i think of is about you and me?
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
