Twisted

The moon was always out

So full and beautiful

But nothing about that day

She recalls so vividly

Bore beauty in it

Worthlessness all over her face

He painted

And rejected her

For not being good enough.

A different day and time.

But the rising of  the moon

Draws it all together 

Like it’s now

The pain she’ll never forget.

    Photo courtesy: Pinterest

 

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