lune ─ soul

l u n e — s o u l

her heart was just like a bottle, she said.
now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured,
her reflection is buried in those pieces,
luminatining under the moonroof.

her dread was stapled,
the bones in her were now withered.
the soul that her eyes carried,
now carried those tears.
those tears pushed by her, far long,
and her soul began to drown.

alive but lifeless, she smoked her chance,
alive but lifeless, she was a blooming life once.
under the lune she mourned now,
suffocating herself was her lethal flaw.
the moonlight pierced within her death eyes,
lifting her crushed soul, engulfing her cries.
- luce.

↳ book two of her series. ‧₊

❪  a collection of random thoughts, some messages, and poems by yours truly.  ❫

hey everyone!
i am luce, again.
your fellow poet.
and i have decided to
return with a new
poetry collection.

this collection is
specifically dedicated to
moon. the moon has been
something quite special
to me since the very
beginning. it holds a lot of
significance and for
me, moon has infinite
meanings.

i have no clue
on what i am going
to write, here, but
let time decide that.
i want to explore darker
sides while not losing
my usual side, which is
why, you might meet some
darker poems here.

please do not steal/repost
my work. i put my blood, sweat,
tears and last braincells in this.
if you see my work on some other
site, do tell me. cause it's stolen.

and lastly, i hope
this new collection
is upto your expectations.
hope you enjoy reading it!
:⟩

also, this book is ongoing.
idk why wattpad shows it
as completed.

all rights reserved.
lowercase intended.
do not copy or repost.

@ YOURS-EXE 2023