I am a star
But you always stare at the moon
I thought you love how bright it was
So I became the star which could shine even through the day...
I never thought it was the darkness you fell in love with.
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Sweetened Coffee
PoetryYou are every grain of sugar sweetening my bitter coffee. A collection of romantic prosaic poetry. Written by Nathalie Regacho #41 in Poetry
