#peoms

Goodnight Moon, you were the best of us, killed by the worst of us.

Doomed by a name so dangerous.

A double edge sword mistaken for what it once was.

Sent alone to a cursed battle not knowing it was her last.

Dear Ms. Moon. How do you do it?

How do you bear the shame or neglect?

How do you protect those who were blind to you?

How are you never drawn by the promise of others, even if they’re richer.

And how do you stand with them in death, even though they cause your early end.

Death will continue to follow as it did for you.

Your sudden abscene will be known throughout the sky.

Shrouding in darkness and light you take your final steps.

Manda White - Johnson

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I have poems in here that are handjumper related!!! Look look look!!! (They ain’t the best but there are different kinds. I did!)

I’ll show only the hand jumper ones but tell me if you wanna see normal I do!!

I was only thinking about the character when doing so so they might be a bit of a stretch…I was also thinking about head cannons too so they are vague!! If you want to interpret them or if you want to insert yourself into them, I really don’t mind and I would love if you would talk about it. (I don’t know where my confidence came from but oh well