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Juno Oct 2018
I grasp your hand in the darkness of the night
Your face illuminated by the brightness of the moonlight
Tears on both our cheeks;
As the wave finally peaks
Now’s the final moment
That I’m going to have with you
Juno Oct 2018
If I thought
For a moment
They would help us
I was wrong

After all we’re just
Star crossed lovers, broken stars

Broken stars.
I’ve always imagined this as a song, rather than a poem, that’s why it doesn’t sound good. Just think of a melody.
Juno Oct 2018
Beautiful roses, growing in a field
But unknown to me; the weapons they wield

I know they’re sweet
I know they’re pretty
I know that their thorns are a pity

But

They’ll always be beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
They’ll always be beautiful but full of thorns.
This poem was a suggestion of a friend. We were talking about how people are like roses, beautiful on the outside, full of thorns on the inside.
Juno Oct 2018
You used to be my bestest friend

but now I hardly know you.

we live in different places

different timezones too.



You've grown up so quickly,

But I guess that I have too.

Just let me tell you one last thing

A gift from me to you.



you were understanding

together we were twins

yes, you were a bit smaller but

That got you all your wins



you were like a role model

kind, caring, funny

you cared when I got hurt

you made every day so sunny



remember the day that we met?

at the pool, with our families

we still had no idea

That soon our friendship would be set.
This is for a friend that I’ve lost contact with over the years.

— The End —