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The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

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
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
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
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
People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.
MOOMER

Change People Transformation
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
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
When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.
MOOMER

Difference Hide Hurt Side Yourself
The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
MOOMER

Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex 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
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMER

Day Fade Myself
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 hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name Yourself
Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.
MOOMER

Deserve Standard Yourself
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMER

Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

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