Poetry, Quill

My Story

And if I tell you my story,

I was a normal being,

like you,

but one day something hit me hard,

that day my heart was broken,

by someone,

I couldn’t find a place,

better than moonlight.

And from that day,

on nights when people sleep,

I am awake,

talking to my stars,

sharing my grieve,

relieving my sorrows.

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