She is my sun, and I am her moon.
Together, we light our world.
Yet, my shine will wan.
You are my angel; an angel of darkness.
In you, I see a shrouded light.
It draws me to you.
What is this light that I see in you?
Its origin is beyond me.
I cannot tell.
She is my sun, and I am her moon.
Oh angel of the night,
What am I to you?
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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