This girl was like the moon.
A part of her was never seen.
Maybe she'll reveal herself soon.
Or maybe she'll continue like a machine.
Someone used her.
Someone betrayed her.
Someone left her.
Someone broke her.
Now she hides who she really is
In fear someone break her even more.
But all she wants is to be his.
To be someone he can adore.
But he doesn't care to look,
And she's scared to be found.
So she writes all day in her notebook,
While her tears roll off to the ground.
Love is as scary as walking on a tightrope.
But Little do they know they're soul mates.
Just imagine that kind of hope.
But they won't get anywhere with these rates.
Show the people you love you love them.
Because "the moon doesn't know how the sun dies every night for her to shine."
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Just Another Heartbroken Story
PoetryThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
