In my free, in my wild.
In my dark, oh we started.
Started to doubt, doubt this fire.
Lighting up our lives, and it kept me up at night.
Crash and burn is all I know,
I think that's why I made you go.
Those three words, you were my first,
I can't help thinking...
Maybe you were my blue moon,
maybe I let go too soon.
Running from what could be,
so terrified of happy,
how did I come to lose...
My blue moon
My blue moon
Which one of us, went and fucked up?
You and me... I guess it was me.
Don't know a good thing when
it's right in front of me cause I'm so numb.
What have I become?
Oh, cause crash and burn is all I know.
I think that's why I made you go.
Those three words, you were my first,
I can't help thinking...
Maybe you were my blue moon,
maybe I let go too soon.
Running from what could be,
so terrified of happy,
how did I come to lose...
My blue moon
My blue moon
Crash and burn is all I know,
I think that's why I made you go.
Those three words, you were my first,
I can't help thinking...
Maybe you were my blue moon,
maybe I let go too soon.
Running from what could be,
so terrified of happy,
how did I come to lose my blue...
Maybe you were my blue moon,
maybe I let go too soon.
Running from what could be,
so terrified of happy,
how did I come to lose,
My blue moon.
Blue Moon - Troye Sivan
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Okay so, from the beginning this story was based on the song Blue Moon from Troye Sivan.
I didn't mention it, because I knew wanted to do it like this. I wanted people to guess a bit why the title was Blue Moon, maybe figure it out themselves.
I loved writing this story. I thought about it a lot, tried my best at writing.
And I hope you liked it.
I'm thinking about writing a sequel. When I had just started this story, Starburst47 came with the idea, and I'm working on that. If that happens I'll update you all on it :)
Thankyou for reading this story. I love you all❤
Have a nice day!
Emmy
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FanfictionYou met him on a rainy day in London, two months before you left for America. Who, you ask? Phil. Philip Michael Lester. And to be honest, you wish you never did. Can you let him go? Can you move to America and start a new life, as you had pla...
