09.08.2017, 04:18
warming up
precious apple
run
sorting hat
glaze
juicy
ain't first nor last
fall apul
turbulence of life
precious apple
run
sorting hat
glaze
juicy
ain't first nor last
fall apul
turbulence of life
♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥
♥Why would a rose grow where nopony can see
Like a rose without thorns is how i feel♥
♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥
How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon