new moonA Poem by butterflyOur relationship is doomed To my heart I must be true When I was making love to him I was followed the call love beckoned I was mesmorized by the charm in his eyes the laughter in his smile the joy in his voice that is always missing in mine He is a mere phantom how many times till i learn The twilight burn creates a new moon I live without you
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Added on August 2, 2020 Last Updated on August 2, 2020 Author
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