The little me held the Moon closer at night,
as if afraid that it might run away,
and leave me all alone.
Now the Moon holds me,
as if I might stop loving it, and leave.
How very wrong it is.
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The Poetry She Wrote. ✔
Poetry- Poems by a twelve years old / written in 2016 - - - - There are a million poetry written, of all sort. This book holds poetry, that was written for a girl. A stranger, created in ones mind, hidden from...
