My moon, my stars, my magnolia, my aurora!
One look from those stygian eyes, mischievously twinkling, pouty lips upturned and I was frozen; my heart captured by your beauty.
Watching your raven locks swaying away gently in the breeze, illuminated by the pale light of the moon; I was falling.
Effortlessly, gracelessly hurtling down the abyss, never to come out.
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The agony I feel, I wonder if you feel it too?
The promises you made, of a forever love, you broke one rainy day,
After you said I was the one.
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