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you and i live in the skies, where the sun and the moon lay
"Why do you love the sun and the moon more than me?"
The words fell heavy, melancholy in their taste, slipping into air where the syllables were unwanted, unneeded, unused.
"Because the sun and the moon always come back."
The words fell light, breathless at lips that had been waiting many years to utter the truth.
What's your favorite restaurant/fast food place?
( 𐎀 I love Taco Bell with my whole heart. I also love Pizza King & Olive Garden. )
May
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
