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Puck Apr 2020
And if thoughts
could be collected
Would your jars
be filled with poison
or passion?
Puck Apr 2020
He's like a sea I can't seem to navigate in
It's wind ever changing cours
But you meant far to much to me to ever let go.
Puck Apr 2020
For my moon,

I'm forever sorry that for you
Morning came to soon
Puck Apr 2020
And, no,
I don’t want to forget
The talking
About everything and nothing,
The nights
Dancing under the moon and
The days
Laughing under the sun.
I don’t want to forget
But I can’t bring myself to remember.
Puck Apr 2020
He painted his face each morning
In the most eccentric colors.
To make her forget the dullness
Of the world around her.

-Toska
Hi I'm new to this. Still figuring out how it all works haha. Hope you'll enjoy my poems, can't wait to read yours ! x

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