you and me;
we're the sun and the moon.
we may never collide but
the only reason i shine, is
because of you.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
me
you and me;
we're the sun and the moon.
we may never collide but
the only reason i shine, is
because of you.
