Please don't let the things you've showed me
Become bittersweet memories of
A fleshed out past.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
Bittersweet Past
Please don't let the things you've showed me
Become bittersweet memories of
A fleshed out past.
