~Midnight thoughts with the music playing. A book of poems.
Everything beautiful has its grey limits.
If thoughts and emotions are colors then they are a wide spectrum of shades that go from the sweet to the bitter. Yet our hearts and souls reach g...
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~ I wrote a vow with trembling hands. No power to spell the names of two lovers in a change of dusk's misty weather.
I asked the Lord to choose one for me before I die then send the other the sound of my goodbye.
Light my candles and burn my albums, will you? One will kiss the fire off my skin at my funeral, the other will soothe my aching bones with his honey-sweet whispers let the rose petals land on my hair softly.
"Inhale on the count of three" you won't understand unless you were me.
To have to choose between two; like having to choose between life and death both could be heaven or hell.
Plain, we are white pearls just like the plain moon souls. A moon telling me how there's only one in the sky, and I must choose one guy.
Winter is getting colder than the chills my body speaks. I left the window open on a Monday night, making myself more vulnerable against my will. I'm finally ready to say goodbye.
I promise someday I will dedicate myself to one, Unlike the sun that shines on many marbles, I'll be the moon dedicated to one diamond.
How many times have I spoken about this feeling while staring at the ceiling?
My heart is too delicate to handle disappointment I found no ointment for a heart in a condition it can't contain ambitions
"Luna, Luna don't you cry The moon is lighting up the sky, Time is breathing for you tonight, giving you a long winter night."
Daddy don't you wait outside my door, it's alright For your little angel, these cold tiles don't bite.
Oh, how I hate to cry. When my lungs erupt and I can't but sigh one last time before I sleep and I can't remember why: I'm supposed to be this lonely at night. How long till the sunrise?
If my heart is a canvass I'm a blend of two hide me away from who is cruel. Will judge my heart for wanting them both, What would heal this desire if not to be yours?
Cut the chains keeping me alive after hiding a letter Under the pillows of both my lovers.
'My light will die tonight, but you'll still have the moon above. I vow to wait for you by heaven's doors, up there I will be fully yours.'
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