For you, I'm sunshine,
I feel like apricity.
Maybe because you're the earth,
You mean the world.
But for him, I'm the loo wind,
He hates sunlight, he hates the days.
He's not the moon if I can't shine on him,
But yet I keep on hoping.
He's a star, can't shine without darkness,
He's a star composed of devastating gases.
But yet he's build so beautiful, a survivor.
If only he could see himself in sunlight-....
- TLS
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
