Ratljost
Suddenly, you grew tired of being my moon - impatient of illuminating a life as dark as mine.
You left without a warning.
And I was blinded for a long time - searching traces of the light you left behind. But as I find you along the trail, I found something else. Something I did not expect to see.
My light - burning a low fire in the corner, unfueled for a long while.
And so as my Luna left, I learned to be the Sol.
I realized it was enough -
that small light battling to burn.
For it managed to walk me out of the dark without you.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
