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The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

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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
Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
MOOMER

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

Break Myself Name Yourself
She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMER

Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
MOOMER

Chaos Myself Start World
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
MOOMER

Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMER

Day Fade Myself
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
MOOMER

Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.
MOOMER

Live Loud Myself Root Soul
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
MOOMER

Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.
MOOMER

Believe Heart Herself Remark
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMER

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.
MOOMER

Day Earth Herself Hold Moon Need
When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.
MOOMER

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

Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

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