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

Moomer

He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
MOOMER

Bone Carry Fire Home Myself
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMER

Force One Liner Pieces
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
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
MOOMER

Black Color Himself Life White World
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’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMER

Day Fade Myself
The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
MOOMER

Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex Soul
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
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 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
I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.
MOOMER

Existence Love Myself Relationship World
You don’t know what you don’t want, until you know better. Give yourself some grace.
MOOMER

Better Grace Yourself
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMER

Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance
Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.
MOOMER

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

Beautiful Myself Poetry World

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