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She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.

Moomer

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.
MOOMER

Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World
He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.
MOOMER

Admire Himself Love Myself Way
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
MOOMER

Beautiful Myself Poetry World
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
MOOMER

Chaos Myself Start World
I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMER

Break Close Myself Wide
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMER

Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
MOOMER

Body Decision Heart Herself Name Sky Stars Warmth
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
MOOMER

Existence Love Myself Relationship World
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name Yourself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
MOOMER

Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word
I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
MOOMER

Myself Remember Time Yourself
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall
When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.
MOOMER

Difference Hide Hurt Side Yourself
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
MOOMER

Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
MOOMER

Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking

She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.

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