VII
❝ Sometimes, it's those questionable moments which propel us both back together.
And although I deny to myself as to what you see in me,
I can't help but feel an emotion attached to that thought.
Something an impotent flower maybe shouldn't feel.
And to be honest, I cannot look at the night sky again.
I cannot look at it the same no more,
Because I am reminded of all the times you told me
That my eyes were more beautiful than the moon could ever glow,
Than the sun could shine,
And the worst of weathers could collide.
You called me beautiful, and I believed you.
I believed you. ❞
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A Zenith Below My Peak (✓)
PoetryCover credit to @MoranaGlinka ❝ Here forth a compendium of anthology. A miscellany of words brought together to form one. A cliche love romance and all of its downfalls. ❞
