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There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

Moomer

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

Beautiful Myself Poetry World
I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
MOOMER

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

Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World
I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
MOOMER

Mindset Myself Peace Pieces Time
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name 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
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 long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
MOOMER

Feeling Magic Moments Myself Time
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 fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
MOOMER

Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky
I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.
MOOMER

Feeling Love Myself Relationship Star
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
MOOMER

Chaos Myself Start World
She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.
MOOMER

Answer Heart Herself Open Question Return World
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMER

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
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
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

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

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