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

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And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.
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Day Earth Herself Hold Moon Need
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
MOOMER

Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
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Herself Light Miracle Reach
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMER

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
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Build Choice Destroy Myself
Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.
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Feeling Growth Life Love Myself Relationship Romantic See Togetherness World Yourself
I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
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Mindset Myself Peace Pieces Time
She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.
MOOMER

Darkness Glow Herself Inspirational Kind Light Pain
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
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
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Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
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Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex Soul
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 will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMER

Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
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Enough Myself Stand Stars
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMER

Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMER

Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance

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

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

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