The bluest moon of the bluest eyes kind of like the night sea and the ocean of fire that lights up like we are having a bonfire and we snuck away and saw from the boardwalk that left us astray and in the sunset of love before we reached the moonlight of love.
All over your skin I miss your touch as my eyes turn into love for your existence from my dream and when I feel like I am flying away from earth you bring me back down from the universe and we begin to dream again all of the things we may have missed and even though we may not want to look down from the hidden romance of the story of our love on the rooftop of HighSchool and even though we can spend hours quoting a scene like we got out of the movie HighSchool Musical 3 and even though she taught him to dance with her the waltz you taught me how to dance in the music of the language of love even though your language is hard to understand because all you speak is Spanish and I speak English but at least we have a translator so that I can hear and understand all the words in the sentences that roll off your tongue like you were speaking in code but I found a way to hack into the password and unscramble all the words and make them all turn to rose petals of the moon and now they are the love of my desire to have you forever not just as a dream but in reality too.
- So BlueMoon have you found your match under the rose petals of love? 🌹
YOU ARE READING
If I knew the dream was yours I would've chosen you
PoetryThe words that are less spoken Will often feel like they are going to fly away And maybe they will come back down to stay Like a butterfly with wings of a dream And a heart that beats But the story of time doesn't stop for as long as I have you...
