Book 1|In the Petals of The Roses, You and Me, BlueMoon and Rosyred

 

Chapter 1: There was a Time where Loving you was Just a Dream

There was once a time I thought I would love you where I was just a petal named Rosyred aka. Kaylee kissing the moon that was you and everyday I close my eyes I can never just turn off the light and stop to think about anyone else but you because deep down in my petals you are the midnight that is my BlueMoon aka. Gabriel. I loved every day I wished to see your face and I feel like my dreams keep bringing us closer together as we go back to those times we first met as Mustangs and green and orange were our colors with a touch of white, even though our story was never just black and white.

I have tried to be patient while I am now a college undergrad finding my way to navigate through as a a Falcon, but writing stories about the love I have for you, erases all of the pain I feel through the petals of my roses.

Each day, sometimes I will stay up at night because I have trouble falling asleep and even though I feel like texting you I know that I don’t have your number but I feel just as close to you when I dream about you because some things I want to say I can’t because I would have to drive an hour away just to see you in person.

There may be days where I still want more to be with you and I know that as you are doing your homework it can feel overwhelming in your life as it does feel overwhelming sometimes with my life and we both I know try to get through it as best as we can but it may like it is easier said than done.

Sometimes I look back on the stories I write and I wonder why I was feeling that way but I have learned to not be ashamed of the words that are my insecurity even though sometimes the sunshine feels more like nighttime but I only like to think it is the ocean of midnight hitting the sand as all my thoughts feel just like waves that I cannot see without a light in the sky because nothing seems to be in sight and it disappears in the clouds. I may feel like there is no way to communicate my feelings to you but I am grateful that I can dream of you. You make me feel like every single song I listen to makes me think about you. I guess that is what everyone means about the song being the art of your thoughts where each of the lyrics seem like a storyteller of words and the cover is a colored canvas of blank pages.

You may not get to see just how much I miss you everyday but I am grateful to know that you may think of me in your thoughts as well as me.

Roses that painted me like a dream

Roses painted the love that is our dreams, but the world is our story that meant the most to being me,

and keeping me close in the present and in my dreams that have kept me in the reality of love that never seems to reach any further than the stems that capture the ocean with waves that reach your presence like an hourglass where the crystal ball seems to be the only thing that controls my dreams but often we find ourselves in wonder of where the time goes before we can capture the picture that paints the future before I can get my wings and fly away with the truth that doesn’t set me free from the ocean or the waves that washed up to the shore.

The mood only paints the board before the world falls through the clock of the future where time will go after I have waited for the hope in finding the love I wanted to have with you.

The roses may have bloomed in the petals but also have painted the dream.

 

Chapter 2: You dreamed of the Rose Petals, where night was just you and me

Night was always more than just a dance of roses but coming between us in the night only hit me like an after night light. You see me in your dreams and you want nothing more than to kiss me and make me yours and that was the dream before everything that touched the rose petals made the words of the story feel more than real to me. I always saw the dreams as lesser of wanting more and we both fell through the mysteries of life before we unlocked the rose petals behind the moonlight.

You seemed to always catch my eyes before you could talk into a sentence, where you are letting the words form a picture, where I could be writing a story that turns out differently and I may want the words to match but my heart will feel anything that makes the story seem real.

The moon of you always seems to guide me to what feels like the truth, where in my thoughts I could ask you about your day and your answer to my question only seems like I am a mile away from being with you in real life.

 

Chapter 3: The words we only wrote as letters

Midnight,

Crossed the lines,

Where it was love at first sight,

Picking up the heart like it was glass pieces,

And putting the glue back together before

The strings that stitched the heart back

Together came loose.

Blue,

I saw within your eyes,

Where love was the first look of you,

Without hiding in disguise,

And with all of the dreams,

You were the rose petals,

That always loved me,

And before it all became a story,

You were the chapter that fell

More than just words,

And made the flowers,

Like a tattoo on my heart,

Where in red ink was the

Art of the letters,

That only came,

As signed ink,

Of roses.

Rosyred,

Love with all of my heart,

Could never utter a word,

But that did not stop her,

From telling you that you were the first person she loved,

Even if that sentence was in writing,

She knew that both you and her never failed to put in the action to showing that love was forever between both the moon and the rose.

Moon,

where we come to see,

what has been the most quiet,

has never failed to keep away,

the secrets that hand come from behind,

without a second thought the lights from the streets,

never switched off,

for the spotlight could always reach the,

moonlight and where night heard of whispers,

and secrets of love where stories had written,

the words that came in rose Petals and letters, where loving you was more than a mystery,

and seeing all of the night sky where,

words fell through night as more than just,

the twinkle light of the stars.

K,

You were the storyteller of the words that never lost a petal to a story,

and through all of your life it took you until high school where you first met a best friend where he later became the love of your life and then you both went on a walk to remember down memory lane and locked eyes without words but the both of you knew it was more than just a lock of eyes feeling but more of a mystery that was never broken by the roses.

G,

we shifted into thin air where I came to HighSchool

not knowing what do expect when I had come there only to see a girl from faraway next to me and talking with the girl like it was a dream and becoming caught off grand not knowing what to say or how to find the right words just so she could stay and  then our conversation,

was not over because fate had other plans between us in store and that left with the opportunity to get to know this mystery

girl before I had lost the chance of seeing her again but lucky for me that was not

the last time

She and I were going to get to meet.

 

Chapter 4: The Love Story of The Roses and the Moon, Was Not Over, Not Even Close

You may have thought HighSchool between you and me was the last time you and I were going to get to meet but life welcomed us back into the chapters of yet another love story between the roses and the Moon.

BlueMoon,

you looked so beautiful in the moonlight I was confused but blooming like a flower must have been a journey one that took courage to flourish more than the thorns but seeing you in my dreams made me less afraid of what you might think of seeing me again just one more time before I got in contact with you in real time.

I know you asked me in my dreams why I was so afraid? I was afraid because, I didn’t want anyone to find out about us because like you said before there are certain things you can post or talk about and other things we have to keep private about, but just know that I am talking to you through my dreams too and I would like to have your number but I haven’t found a way to do that yet but I am hoping to meet you again in person hopefully before we cross paths at the reunion.

Rosyred,

Looking into the moonlight I could see where every chapter of our story leads it only took me a minute to see how the glass could unfold but it started off as cold and then the heat started the spark and in that moment we were two flames that found the arrows of a match.

It was as if loving life was more than just waiting for the time, where I knew he held the heart of me as more than just seeing the rose petals that made the life of a love into a story but once you found the one it was like your heart was connected to just that one person and that is why you can’t seem to help but mention their name because all you can think about is someone who is referred to as just a friend but in your mind that person means more to you than just mentioning them as a friend and even though I miss you everyday and I want to see you in person to know what it feels like to hug you once more except I don’t just want to be with you once more I want the dream of us just like you do with me to last a lifetime not just temporary.

You always had a place in my heart even if you never knew it but I love you and for me that seems to be all that matters between you and me.

BlueMoon,

It feels like the light

more than the candle could ever burn at night but seeing the flowers that almost stood like trees were hidden in the woods you can see the stars but a writer is the one who unmasks the stars.

Rosyred,

You fill the colors

like a painting glass of words

but your love was always a language I had admired and that was the action to the person you loved were words may have been written as a story but the love of us was never needed to just be the rhythm of the heart that was spoken because I could feel every echo of your heartbeat that

was of me inside of your chest where you almost lost a breath of climbing up the stairs where no one has ever ran after me or chased me in a heartbeat before.

Blue Moon,

I only chased you because I was trying to catch up with you and just like silence you couldn’t hear me calling out to you therefore I only had to chase you and hugging you was like catching my breath in a heartbeat of silence.

Rosyred,

Love between us was always a storybook of silent words where every chapter held the lines and never failed to love more than silence of words could ever write the chapters of what the love story of us could.

I wish sometimes love didn’t always need to wait for the right time to come but sometimes life gives us the answer to the last minute where the story will begin once we hit the chapter of the future and I know you want to find a way too but life will give us the right time to begin our future where our dreams will come true.

Love like ours, has no ending to when we will reach the final of the chapters but our stories always can tell when our dreams are wanting more than just a love story.

 

 

Chapter 5: Kiss and Tell: The Story of Roses

Roses on Roses could never just tell a tale but

what if that one love story was more than just a kiss and tell -Rosyred

Kiss and Tell: Loving Roses, Loving the Moon, keep it quiet or he’ll kiss and tell like the moon

Loving Roses, I never stemmed past the thorns where love spoke to me with affection not with words where I had rather write the story than tell the words of my own love mystery.

Loving the moon, I haven’t even found a clue and where I had a hard time trusting what petals were right for me to pick there was more to life than just being serious. Sometimes you have to take a chance for love  to trust you for being in it.

Keeping it quiet, so that no one could see was much  harder than you might think, it was almost like being in high school you had everyone watching your every move and before the bell rang and the gates to leave began to open you were left facing the day before someone had the keys at the end of the day to unlock the gate and you were left in a classroom of windows and closed doors.

Kiss and Tell like the moon, never left anyone much choice when everyone around you was interrogating you with questions about where you see yourself inside of a future and how you plan to meet someone who they haven’t heard of and that is why life is all about whether or not you will kiss and tell?

Kiss and Tell: Like the Moon, Love is inside of the sky, where blue is the moon, and Red is where the Rose petals lie?

Like the Moon, the stars come out at night

Painted white on a canvas of a midnight dream that is dark blue at the seams but the world could only unlock the hidden key behind the hearts unopened secrets where words will hit like a heart not just a story but fantasy was more than a dream and love was the last word to complete the final chapters of the ending.

Love is inside of the sky, where you see a shooting star and you have to make a wish

where just one word there is just one click

Of a flashlight that sparks the love of the night.

Where blue is the moon, and love will always carry you with waves, but as you reach by the ocean you will uncover the love that touches you like a pearl.

Red is where the rose petals lie, where the truth is behind the blue eyes and once you

look in, you get to see the beauty behind the dreams, of where a spider’s web catches the dreams that are of you.

Kiss and Tell: Where Petals are of Roses, and spider webs are of Dreams

Where petals are of roses, that count every blessing of one love to the other, where an embrace is worth more than just a hug.

Where petals are of Roses, you see my life and how one day, you want to kiss the petals that are of you, but coming like more than a gemstone reaches the dream like a ruby red of roses.

Where petals are of Roses, and life can be a test of your faith more than your feelings can direct your path, as long as you are holding on after being on a slippery slope then you can cross mountains before you hit daybreak and then the sunlight only comes through the flames of the sunset.

Where petals are of Roses, and you came like the moonlight before you catched my hand and before you let my heart slip away like rose petals with the moon. Where petals are of Roses, where I am losing my heart like a stepping stone, and guiding me back to where I promised that I would never leave but holding me like a breath because you didn’t want to breathe but you chose to keep me close in your dreams before you asked me to stay and not to leave you alone when you dreamt of me.

Where petals are of Roses, you sang to me at night, while also keeping me and my thoughts quiet before I lost my train of thought.

Where petals are of Roses, and love is bigger than us combined, just like all of the dreams of us that we try to keep track of but only seem to be stuck in the moments that touch my heart like the light of the sun through the sky that keeps the curtains quiet.

Where petals are of Roses, and flowers started like petals of raindrops that only touched the heart like roses of moonlight dreams.

Spider webs are of Dreams, that held the dreamcatcher to my heart like petals of Roses that never swept away from the real life

dream.

Spider webs are of Dreams, where both directions are being pulled from right and wrong.

Spider webs are of Dreams, that always see my mind before I could ever process the sentence and see the end of the story being written.

Where petals are of Roses, and my heart was always yours before I even knew  where to start in love and even though the clouds felt like they were drifting away with the sun before the night became the day and you were a daydream in my presence.

Where petals are of Roses, where stories don’t write themselves but we each have our own story to tell, where every love may feel just like magic before we both could unlock the key to our dreams and every story sparked a different kind of fantasy.

 

Chapter 6: Kiss and Tell: Love was more than the Lights Off

Kiss and Tell: Lights off

Once the dreams hit the night it all felt like the lights went off and I was left with my stories that wrote my dreams instead of masking my feelings.

Kiss and Tell: Letting the Petals roam past the Wind

Letting the petals roam past the wind, while watching the sunset by the sky, and hoping someday I could catch the light before the dark.

Letting the petals roam past the wind, where the raindrops fall with the waters that came from the clouds, where all of the open skies became blue.

Letting the Petals roam past the wind, where each and every one of the memories, walk by the memory lane of two hearts that made the souls more than a flame.

Letting the petals roam past the wind, catching the light before the stars will fall, and the sky opens up before the night turns to fall.

Letting the petals roam past the wind, where seasons will change and the leaves will never fade with color.

Kiss and Tell: The Look of Fall

The look of fall changes the colors, where every leaves, seems to catch the seasons of August without a wish of just one rose petal of love.

The look of fall, sprinkles the dust, as soon as the stars, whiten the blue of the sky with the clouds.

The look of fall, came like the autumn,

of the breeze, that wanted more,

than just the shining of the leaves.

Chapter 7: Kiss and Tell: The Secrets beyond the quieted Surface

Kiss and Tell: The Secrets beyond the quieted surface

Only in the quieted surface, do we wish with the waters, that may bring us pain, but with kind intentions, our words will mask the stars, where the constellations will connect the dots and just like so many wrong turns we will finally find the right path to the light through the darkness.

Only in the quieted surface, do we reflect on the thoughts that run through our brains, until we click on the switch and turn on the light bulb.

Only in the quieted surface, do we see past the waters that have broken the hourglass of fears, through every faith that have touched the shores and the sunlight that turns everything crystal clear as if we are looking at life through another mirror.

Only in the quieted surface, do our thoughts change their sequence where in a row, we would rather sail though the waves then to rock the boat and change the course.

Only in the quieted surface, do we find the words that have written the letters of every heart, where we pick up the pen or pencil and all of the feelings just begin to flow and it is almost like the magic of a grain of sand from the bottle of a wish that never hid from their list just after we got done making the wish.

Only in the quieted surface, do we often wear a mask that will never showcase past your emotions but that eventually will see the light behind the ocean that rewrites the name of our secrets inside of our dreams that hold our stars.

Only in the quieted surface, do we see the faith that comes through the blessing of the light through the dark.

Chapter 8: Kiss and Tell: Words that touched me like rose petals

Kiss and Tell: Words that touched me like rose petals
Words only spoke to my like lyrics of music where the static of the verses are the words that are the same as the stories that wrote the love of you like a tattoo on my heart where in every inch you have touched the words like rose petals.
Words that touched me like rose petals that made me get used to the touch of you as the leaves began to fall like petals where the water was the moonlight of my secrets where you only hid behind the blue eyes of the moon where you could only look past the sky and see the stars that played me like notes on a petal at night.
Words that touched me like rose petals where no fear was the voices that heard my heart from faraway where places and time never mattered only being with you had my heart in those times that we clocked out into the hours of the midnight that only spelled the rose petals as time and the love stories made my heart like a night sky.
Words that touched me like rose petals and made me complete like story where parts that became a music album inside of a dream.
Words that touched me like rose petals where verses were night just lines of a number where the poetry wrote the stanzas of the words that spoke to me like petals of the blue moon eyes.
Words that touched me like rose petals where the words only spoke the moon of the night that made the sky a blue shade of what words could not do but what life could describe as soon as the love of us became more than a story of light.

Chapter 9: Kiss and Tell: The words of me have become like paintings of me

Kiss and Tell: The words of me have become like paintings of me
Where every chapter begins with just a word that makes me smile as I am staring into the blue eyes of the moon as soon as you have become my BlueMoon of the dreams that only captured me as a night fall of thoughts.
The life has become more than just a mystery where your embrace becomes the eyes of my mind where or when the future will come like light of the night and as the stars continue to shine as bright as the night sky of what sparks the flames of the fire.
You never know when the sky of you will fall and when the words of your love story will become the paintings of you as they have become the paintings of me.

Chapter 10: Kiss and Tell: The More of You

Kiss and Tell: The More of You
The more of you chased me like a dark where the light never just faded as I started to breathe as more than just a heartbeat of the words I thought of you as I fell in love with you and ever since the day we started to talk and we began to share an embrace without words I wanted more of you.
The more of you I could never speak or tell you just how much I wanted you to miss me but as you continued to love me in silence I knew that your words of love and action were the affection that loved me as roses and petals from the moon of the blue which was the heart of the sky with you.

Chapter 11: Kiss and Tell: The Lost Rose Petal

Kiss and Tell: The Lost Rose Petal
The rose petal lost her petals and gave her flower the time of the hour but each and every sentence grew to her audience as interesting but to her it sparked a memory of the events that brought the sunshine to her mind where the heat became the flower and a letter of love and desire was written on the back of the blue wolf photograph which was the one she drew of him in art class. She never had to retrace her steps like she could retrace her thoughts but after hours never just played to her strengths as a lesson it was as if the moon knew her love was a confession and with all of the strings that felt attached to her heart that could only beat but never seem to get the words out to speak but she found her voice only in the words of the stories where she would write down her thoughts that started off as a diary but later became a life of love and dreamers story. There seemed to be never a right way to go about loving you but that never stopped me from finding the right words to make a story that led me to the letters I made into dreams. Where waking up at night never felt like a second language it was a natural way of loving the words that seemed to be an opposite way of saying I love you.
Kiss and Tell: The Lost BlueMoon
The BlueMoon felt like a label of a name I never seemed to know but after a while I got used to becoming that character where my dreams became a dreamer of my mind where the love of me and girl who I had known through HighSchool and who I wanted to be my wife and even though I do adore her and she knows how much I love her I am still stuck with the question and the right way of getting to know her and I drew a map of what I wanted my life with her to look like and even though it stared at me in the eyes for a few seconds it all never seemed to translate and yes I know that the day will come when I will get to see her again in real time but it feels like I can’t complete the map without her and everyone around hears me mentioning a friend to where my aunt and my cousins want to meet her but I don’t know where she is or how to find her and tried to ask others who didn’t seem like they were her type of friends neither were they mine but I figured it was a chance I had to take to find the one I loved and even though everyone told me that they hope I will get her number I just keep wondering why I can’t see her and what life will be like when I do get to see her and it runs through my mind like it does with her at least I hope it does like a dream where I feel a deeper connection with her in my dreams than I ever felt before and we were in person still trying to get to know each other and then HighSchool ended and we both separated but I still just wanted to find her and I know I was not ready then like I am ready now because all I wanted to do was just get out of HighSchool to the point where giving her the time of day in the end didn’t seem to cross my mind because we both had another distraction to where our plans of talking kind of silenced because of a certain individual who should remain nameless made me feel in a type of way to the point where I feel like I miss out on having her number that day and I know that she tells me in my mind to not keep going back and it was not my fault what had happened but sometimes I feel like a lost BlueMoon filled with an ocean of blue regret and now time has passed and I still wonder just like everyone else in my life when I will see her again and I just keep thinking that one day I will see her again and hopefully I will no longer be a lost BlueMoon looking for his lost rose petals.
Kiss and Tell: The Lost Rose Petals
You think of me like the sky is supposed to be made of blue out of you but touching you in my dreams was always more than just a dream to me where your embrace felt warmer and your eyes felt much closer to how they looked at me like they could never stop smiling at me every time you would say I love you to me and your presence may not be close but that does not mean your heart is not with me and how much loving you in my heart is almost like your dreams will always be the comfort I need to have your presence with me and I know that you can’t help but mention me in real life and one day you would like to see me in person as we both have talked about what we are both up to during the day and how in our thoughts it is like we are chatting on FaceTime during the day and I am with you doing everything there is to be with you and get to know you and I know that you have dreams too as much as I do and the dreams are coming together as best as they can but nothing seems like it is ever the end and even if you feel like a lost BlueMoon now hiding away behind the stars of space just know that I am always there even if it feels like a mile away from the stars of the sun that was once our embrace of the shadows I never slept through just to see how it was when I was hugging you.
Kiss and Tell: The Lost BlueMoon
You come into my heart you never fail to make me a part of your life and even if we are on silent mode right now there is still time for us to unmute our mics and talk for hours at a time each and every day and it almost feels like we are doing that exact same thing in our dreams anyway so to end this chapter with a long note of silence and coming like a dream seems to be the language we are speaking were words have never felt more real than speaking to each other in person but dreaming of one another has made this journey much more easier even though there are still days I miss when we were together in person and now to on endnote there are roses that may thorns and night skies that may still have blue and even though the night may be dark and the sky may feel like a spotlight of stars there are more than just dreams that fill in the spaces of the lost BlueMoon who searches for the rose petals of the lost love that stays in my heart like a dream and in her mind like the blue eyes of the night sky lost BlueMoon.

Chapter 12: Kiss and Tell: The Wish

Kiss and Tell: The Wish
The wish came to me like a star
Where I was sailing on the waters
Of the midnight in the hidden lanterns of the ocean where the sky and sunset met the rivers of looking into your eyes of the moon.

Chapter 13: Kiss and Tell: Theatrics

Kiss and Tell: Theatrics
The waters moved as tensions filled but nothing could have ever spilled as secrets wanted to catch a break they came in with their very own phrase and maybe that was all of the theatrics that came to play where you and roses were my favorite part of the day.

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Chapter 14: Kiss and Tell: If the flowers were my tears my eyes would be painted red like roses

Kiss and Tell: If the flowers were my tears my eyes would be painted red like roses

If all you have cried of me was words

Why did you leave me

Why did you leave me

Why not be the man you want to be with me

Why come down like a tumbling ground and not stand up like a skyscraper where my heart is feeling so cold without you like I am in the middle of winter but catching my breath through all of the hot air seems like the smoke is traveling everywhere but you touched my heart and made it a violet red but really my rose petals still held the blood of you like a crimson red.

Kiss and Tell: What a story, What a word, What a dream, What a life to live

What can each of the stories between you and me tell and will we be able to fight the blues as soon as love has never  gotten over you -Rosyred

Like a shining blue in the sky you were always the petals that sang red to mine where it beats it only speaks like words that have loved the entirety of me but coming like a doorknob hanging from the inside out of the locks where to swipe the cards of the door just to get in so that it could be able to open and all of those memories of us walking home felt like a girl in a dream without a phone one where no one but I could call and talk to the person who made his presence like a ghost and if the person was on the other side of the door the cards would flip and the hearts would beat in an arrow second.

Kiss and Tell: The Story of HighSchool

Many people have spoken about their time in HighSchool but no one asked me about my story and maybe I have never told the other half of my thoughts before but the experience that comes to my mind is finding the love of writing stories at the very last moment in time where I would come home from HighSchool everyday of the week and I would write about my day inside of a journal and then it would hit me that my life was like a story and that made me want to write about the stories of my life.

 

 

 

Chapter 15: Kiss and Tell: I will never kiss and tell

Kiss and Tell: I will never kiss and tell

So deeply in love my heart could burst and within a second my love has never faded and everyone can see the secret behind the words as they read in between the lines there is always something to come back from reading every word that is a real life love story one that both of us are trying to reach if only we could get through everything.

 

 

Chapter 16: Kiss and Tell: Don’t Look Away From the Open Book Pages

Kiss and Tell: Don’t Look Away From the

Open Book Pages

You never wanted to look away from what 

I was writing inside the pages of the

story where you almost thought the pages

could never see the ending where you reached your heart and never left the beat as long as 

the love was with you now.

 

 

Chapter 17: Kiss and Tell: Laying in silence with rose petals

Kiss and Tell: Laying in silence with rose petals 

You only laid in silence with the rose petals where love was not just an ending

but it was a way for you to no longer

be pretending before you closed the 

diary of rose petals and love stories. 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18: Kiss and Tell: Nights like This, Felt like Rose Petals of Love

Kiss and Tell: Nights like This, Felt like Rose petals of Love

Songs were lessons that became lyrics 

where love was just an emotion 

that never was forgotten to be felt

at least by that night you caught my spark 

in the rain but you chose to leave my love behind in the past but you caught my love

on the same story as the pages of us made 

us who we are and who we are meant to be. 

 

 

Chapter 19: Kiss and Tell: More than the Moon of Rose Petals

Kiss and Tell: More than the Moon of Rose Petals 

You made the world believe that you were in

love but you caught the stars the same way 

you fell through the heart that you gave as 

a rose petal to the moon of you and without 

making the start of just a click of a button 

where the story that played through the notes became more than the moon of rose petals. 

 

 

Chapter 20: Kiss and Tell: Wrong Number

Kiss and Tell: Wrong Number 

You rang the phone

I picked up the call and answered 

but there was no one else on the other 

end of the line and there was just silence 

must have been just a wrong number. 

 

 

Chapter 21: Kiss and Tell: You Really Know How To Pull a Lover’s HeartStrings

Kiss and Tell: You Really Know How To Pull a Lover’s HeartStrings 

You know the tale of just how we can love  where one of us just picks up the journal 

and wants to write a story or just a 

diary entry where each line is another 

thought between the lines.

You really know how to pull my heartstrings

Until you couldn’t make me wall away 

and you could never kiss and tell about 

the one you love until you could love 

them again someday and never walk away 

from the one I called my one and true

love.

 

 

Chapter 22: Kiss and Tell: The Magic of Just Looking Up

Kiss and Tell: The Magic of Just Looking Up 

The magic of just looking up 

and then you found the star of me

underneath the sky where you could

feel my heart underneath the moon

before just looking up and seeing 

you inside of the sky.

 

 

Chapter 23: Kiss and Tell: Loving facing the Music

Kiss and Tell: Loving facing the Music

Loving the music of the song like they 

are lyrics to the stories you have 

written.

Chapter 24: Kiss and Tell: A kiss in the rain

Kiss and Tell: A kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain I watch you think of me

Day and night you are the music that calls to me as you may want to press the buttons on the notes behind the closed doors you make it like it is a movie where scripted words are almost your presence and no amount of time could ever replace how I felt about you while staring in your eyes through the lens of the windows as the raindrops began to fall and with one kiss on the cheek you were all I thought about when you were loving me and all it took was for me to fall in love with a kiss in the rain of how I felt about you and us in a dream that I hope one day you will finally see and to make a life of you and me.

A kiss in the rain was more than I felt and climbing by my life as if it was slippery from the raindrops and as you looked through the sun you had found the sky and never looked away from the blue that never crossed the twinkle in your eyes and while all of the lines just caught a blue you never found the black and white from the ink of the pen from the words that you never said and just like that the music was a fact about a girl who got lost in just a little bit of time through the hourglass of the shores inside of a world where it was just a kiss in the rain of you and me like night through day even though chemistry clearly was the status of the lines that were written as a story.

A kiss in the rain I felt as your heart loved me so much I could almost see the heartbreak in your eyes and while my mind hit me like a flashback I knew that coming back from a dream was hitting fast as I approached my time of reality. 

 

 

Chapter 25: Kiss and Tell: A kiss in the rain of the rose petals

Kiss and Tell: A kiss in the rain of the rose petals

A kiss in the flowers you made me feel like I was surrounded by raindrops where each of them hit me like kisses on my forehead I knew the hours I had spent in your arms until I dreaded the moments where I had to leave you and without any time I knew that we would soon regret leaving too but as the moment started creep up we never realized it would have come this fast and that everything would be a dream where we could see the life of us together and now that each of the petals have sent us the message of where we could be in the future as long as we don’t forget to kiss the rain of the rose petals.

A kiss in the rain the rose petals have come to thank you for loving every part it meant for me to be with you and just like the moments that brought me my sights of closure where every story never wanted to forget the person who painted the words as rose petals of the rain like lace on her red dress of open dreams of love where only the heart could beat of you and me and it was like love was held right from inside of your chest.

A kiss in the rain the rose petals came and night was an after thought of what dreams felt like as night was day and words became only secrets where love was just a dream of a story and no matter the truth it would always lie between me and you.

A kiss in the rain the rose petals have loved you from the moon and back from now to the end and to the day of the future between you and him.

 

 

Chapter 26: Kiss and Tell: Cutting off heartstrings

Kiss and Tell: Cutting off the heartstrings

I’m cutting off the heartstrings like they only imagined inside of a second where love was a language but it was just a space between words that never seemed to play interphase but with growing my wings I sang the ways for you to believe in me that the heart was much stronger than the beat and every kiss that held the signals made me complete like rose petals where nothing fell so it was never like thorns but coming closer to the words only saw the ground as it was shaking more and like the sounds that made my ears hear them all I could almost reach inside of the heart that was my chest and playing like a record I only knew that the person who sang all of the songs wrote the words to me that felt just a love story between you and me where nothing ever felt as quite calculated as love but once you hit the buttons it all felt like an equation that was solved of mathematics and even though I never liked math or found the foundation to make the numbers latch I eventually found the key that was the words that were like numbers of you and me through the rose petals that felt like raindrops of sand as we both were the notes that cut off the heartstrings that mended the life of a reality and a dream that was only spoken as the real thing even before we cut off the heartstrings.

 

 

Chapter 27: Kiss and Tell: Some nights I stay up and dream of you

Kiss and Tell: Some nights I stay up and dream of you

Even though there are some nights I would love to stay up and never to come up from my dreams but staring into my dreams I realize that awakening was never my best option because all I wanted to do was to live inside of a world of possibilities and not have to worry of when my heart was going to no longer be beating and that everyday seems like forever but that we all have our dreams to look forward to and instead of trying to live in a life that has no guarantee I realize that my dreams are the only way out of this world for me but catching light kind of like it is fire and wanting me to contact you seems to be our dreams endless desire where we have pulled wishes like a rabbit out of a hat and found that time was wishing we could come back and living in a dream like it was a seasonal dream came like a new beginning one that if it was inside of a song there would be notes that would play by ear and not just by my heart that speaks them from here and even though everything may seem like it is on pause and nothing moves even when you are trying to make all of the progress there seems to be in the world until you feel like you are so many steps backward instead of forward.

 

 

Chapter 28: Kiss and Tell: The anxiety of silence and unspoken love fills the room

Kiss and Tell: The anxiety of silence and unspoken love fills the room

I never made it on a loop and wondered who was back and who was gone and while my anxiety felt like it was running a marathon I still felt the chill of your heartbeat and mine as soon as you breathed the same air as mine and while the closure felt just like fire it was never just tears that gave me what I had desired but looking into the mirror of my reflection making it all feel just like a dream that was being written like a piano on a backstory. While wishes seemed to still catch you from wandering during the bright lights it was like the waters knew all of my secrets and never bothered to keep the unanswered questions from living a life to where there seemed to be just themselves and no one else was but raindrops and burnt stems of rose petals and love letters of unspoken words that filled the room with only touches of silent words.

 

 

Chapter 29: Kiss and Tell: Raindrops and burnt stems of rose petals and love letters

Kiss and Tell: Raindrops and burnt stems of rose petals and love letters

Raindrops that filled the night with rain

burnt stems that came out from the stones

that masked the rose petals of the grave as love was changed and we all stayed the same

but then the love letters kept coming in where every morning I would check the mailbox and there would be a new love story that was written

and then it became a book of words I was trying to have be published.

 

 

Chapter 30: Kiss and Tell: The love that never needed a translation inside my heart

Kiss and Tell: The love that never needed a translation inside of my heart

The love that never leaves just to stay as through the glass

that feels just like a translation of words that could never be explained

or said by the music that keeps you alive in the world

where you could trust the life you live that only happens in your dreams and makes the life

you never wanted to discover just by proving the point of overnight

and then you reach for my hand love me as if you held me right through the mirror of the rose petals.

 

 

Chapter 31: Kiss and Tell: The daydreams of rose petals

Kiss and Tell: The daydreams of rose petals

(verse 1)

The daydreams of rose petals

that make me feel all of you

but you catch me in the light

that through the dreams you are my only one

that I think of

and never explained where you wanted to meet

only in words you expressed the thoughts of you and I

in the daydreams of the city that never sleeps

but you continue to place me as a wish that hit me

like rose petals where you looked in my eyes without any saying to the song

but you fell in and out of love with me and never locked me out the door as soon as you could think of me

and the kiss and tell of me and the rose petals of our daydreams.

(chorus)

the daydreams of rose petals that filled the earth and I called out to you in my dreams

that only seemed to come out at midnight where I couldn’t compare to the others I had at midnight

that made me bloom more than the rose petals of your daydreams.

(verse 2)

As you came to shine through the moonlight you could never just shine

you could never just turn blind

you just ha to see the real me

like daydreams of rose petals

where like a poet you only called to me like a verse

but you changed the chords so that they could go in reverse

and sing like a butterfly with wings

that only charmed as rose petals of mystery

where the faded grounds came around and you saw my words

like they were a daydream of gravel grounds

(chorus)

you only caused me to find the light

as I did reach up to kiss you through the fire

where were the words that left you

did you leave them in the empty spaces of my head

or did you just take the bow and arrow instead

where was your heart once you left me for her

the one I thought of in my dreams

even though I knew that you could never choose anyone else over me

at least that is what you told me

but I never heard you say that loved me

and for you to treat writing like it is an art

makes you draw a picture of who you fell for

and each time after that you hurt the same one that you loved.

(bridge)

so why did you leave me for her

the girl with the butterfly wings that made you into my heart

so please give me a sign

why did you leave me at such a broken time in my life

where each chapter never caught the sentence as I was trying to write my life

but at some point in time you knew that you would outperform me as I blurred the lines

and never forgot your phrase because the words of you jumped all in my head

and into my bed to where I was floating in the sky to ask the clouds where I should fly

and like my love which was stories that were of me but later became more than a dictionary

of untyped words that felt through the buttons as I pressed every letter

making me think thaT I was the paper and the ink of letters was the words being pressed one by one on my typewriter.

(chorus)

why are we too young to feel the way we can feel

it is because it all feels just like a dream inside of my mind?

or will the past just paint all of my thoughts that feel just like they are supposed to runaway and never sleep

until the rain becomes my deep thoughts of music that never just unlocks the keys of when I opened my diaries at midnight

where every song of you became just a daydream

(verse 3)

The daydreams of rose petals

that make me feel all of you

but you catch me in the light

that through the dreams you are my only one

that I think of

and never explained where you wanted to meet

only in words you expressed the thoughts of you and I

in the daydreams of the city that never sleeps

but you continue to place me as a wish that hit me

like rose petals where you looked in my eyes without any saying to the song

but you fell in and out of love with me and never locked me out the door as soon as you could think of me

and the kiss and tell of me and the rose petals of our daydreams.

 

 

Chapter 32: Kiss and Tell: You drove up like a backseat rider

Kiss and Tell: You drove up like a backseat rider

(verse 1)

you loved me on the drive up

then you hit the gas pedal

and left your signals on after you began to park the car

in front of the bus stop

and you almost got a ticket for running a stop sign

and I was backseat rider while the other person was the passenger

and you were the driver.

(chorus)

you made the lights seem more than just the stop signs

that hit the lights and then after two years later

you were my driver and I was the backseat rider inside of the life

you began to love more than the love of your heart that you carried like

you hit the gas pedal and made the heart more than just a beat

more than just a beat so just drive up and show me the roses after you take off your mask.

(verse 2)

you made the girls see right past your facade of the stars that seemed to blink more than just your heart

and while you kept of playing the music that drops your tracks like they were playlists of your songs

where the apps of your music were just like iTunes expect for me I was just a resident and my label was Spotify

where words felt more like poetry than just a genre of music that could fly by like birds of a butterfly wings.

(chorus)

you made the fliers keep their words as if the sun of you

could catch the falling stars of your dreams

and then the rose petals made everything just a fantasy.

(bridge)

you almost changed the heart as if it was exposed from

out of the world as soon as you became the very thing

that touched the rose petals of what your skin as a tattoo

of the heart that ran through the petals of the flowers.

(chorus)

you loved me on the drive up

then you hit the gas pedal

and left your signals on after you began to park the car

in front of the bus stop

and you almost got a ticket for running a stop sign

and I was backseat rider while the other person was the passenger

and you were the driver.

Chapter 33: Kiss and Tell: All of this time the dreams were the blue roses

Kiss and Tell: All of this time the dreams were the blue roses

Where you captured my heart without a lesson and gave me the flower of my dreams which was my ultimate blessing and without any second thought a wish came true after the night of my dreams of you where I knew I couldn’t kiss you yet but that never stopped me from wanting my life to be than just the dreams of you.

You loved the blue roses that caught the night and you never let the feeling of the love go with the sky and you came in faster than the light where all of the blue skies caught the twinkle as it fell through

my eyes and that was when I knew that one day I would have to kiss and tell of the moon and the blue roses of you.

 

 

Chapter 34: Kiss and Tell: The love one is better than just two but that was then until I met you

Kiss and Tell: The love one is better than just two but that was then until I met you

You gave my heart the answer that no one else could have ever given and that was just the test of love you made happen where one day I had to make a choice between you and another person and I always chose you because you were always the one that had my heart even before we both could find a way to make a heartbeat.

 

 

Chapter 35: Kiss and Tell: You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain

Kiss and Tell: You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain

You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain where my wings were damp with sorrow and tears and as I cried I only thought of you were rain was a given and the number of the stars were just getting started.

You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain where tears came along with the pain and as the wind gusts began to grow I was caught in the middle of the storm of where the raindrops of my tears would go and how it felt to have the storms of the rainbow find the rainfall of you.

You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain where outside of the skies came with being the sun where I was listening to the thunder that came outside and kept me cold even though my body was chilled from the cold.

You kissed me like I was a butterfly in the rain where teardrops of my day were growing in the scars of pain and let me like a fall of a flower on the petals of a winters day.

 

 

Chapter 36: Kiss and Tell: Purple Hearts

Kiss and Tell: Purple Hearts

Purple Hearts

Lonely smiles

And in the day of the night

Where love catches the inside and out of the moonlight.

Purple Hearts

Their stories never cried a tear

Until one day they put emojis in the comments where they couldn’t hold back the tears of the words in the story.

Purple Hearts

You gained attraction

The same way that you fell for the magic

Where Rebel hearts of a girl counted the roses that were painted purple and got her wings that made her a butterfly of dreams.

Purple Hearts

There was no way to tell

Where it had all fell and then it became broken with a clear glass where the pink of the roses matched the purple and made the scrapbook filled with photos.

Chapter 37: Kiss and Tell: The lonely nights without the raindrops

Kiss and Tell: The lonely nights without the raindrops 

verse 1

The lonely nights while I sat in silence where the words felt faraway

and then I saw that white picket fence

and the roses in the garden where I saw you

outside looking in and out

from the raindrops that cried like tears on the windshield

chorus

making the path seem greater than the night

that looked at me through the mirror

where that fast times became the fast night of my bedside

where you sang songs as feelings

and captured the lovers as a message

where tip-toed past the eggshells like they would hear the whispers inside of the closed four walls of nighttime

verse 2

you sang the songs of the night that loved your presence

and then once they walked outside and saw the sun between the clouds

it all began to rain like raindrops of water

chorus

The lonely nights while I sat in silence where

the night of the winter looked through the waters of the freezing cold and then you chose the freezing night instead of me where the warmth was no longer just your freezing cold of water

bridge

your eyes shined brighter than the freezing nights of the winter

where you saw the glass of the mirror by the open door

and then you opened the lock and I unlocked your heart

chorus

The lonely nights while I sat in silence where the words felt faraway

and then I saw that white picket fence

and the roses in the garden where I saw you

outside looking in and out

from the raindrops that cried like tears on the windshield.

 

 

 

My Life Diary: Staring into the stories of my diaries

Staring into the dark
Right into my stories
Knowing what every page has to say before I even write down the words to my life diary.
You chased all of my stories into the night before they got away and just like the roses they bloomed within a night of the day and then the light came on the very last day.
Feeling alone in every space of the day
Where the spaces of mind
Are not being filled in
But the words of my life are the stories that have caught me in the night
Of my dreams that fill in the blanks
Between all of the lines.

Wanting you close to me more than just a kiss but feeling your touch like no one else you have let come into your arms and I know that time is what we need to make our life what we want just like in our dreams and what life has in store for us is still very unknown but as for you and me there is no connection like an embrace from the two of us or the chemistry that felt the same and not apart from the words of the chapters inside of the stories that never pulled me apart from kissing you in my dreams but as you think of me everyday and speak to my present self during the day and dream of me as if I had never left your mind or your thoughts of how you wanted your life.
You began to come into my thoughts loving me beautiful blue eyes and moonlight roses with all of your thoughts like a rain storm in a beautiful summer day even though it is fall and rainy and the blue skies of gray seem to be a fall season dream.
Wanting to kiss you goodnight and being wrapped into your arms like you could never let me go or fall in love with my heart more than just my personality and how you never cared about what I wore or how I looked but you only loved me with action instead of just words and that was the story of the dream we wished we could.
After all of the ups and downs we have come through all of it and made our way stronger than ever before.
Empty pages seems like forever
Before I could ever get passed a run on sentence but before I could fill up the pages with nothing but words as for now it is my dreams that are telling the stories to come.

When I loved it was because I loved you too and the thought of leaving was like me missing a part of you that was once a part of me that was loving the you and me and even though we were not a song I would have loved to hear the story that was written on the radio of us.
Where every lyric was of you and me and the words of you and could not tell any lies because you and me fell in love with rose petal and blue eyes.

Sitting with my thoughts alone in the dark while catching the light passed the sunset blue eyes and racing past the clouds just to see the other side of where sky falls.

My Life Diary: The Night was my Petals

What you thought of the night once you had left in the morning after the other night of romance and with all of the flowers that you gave as roses it wrote me as petals and when you reached my heart I only played as a rhythm of my heart once you called me love and then the other time was half of my heart before you had left me and then you started to feel every word in my dreams and when I began to write the stories you only spoke to me in roses.
I only ever found the heart before I had let you runaway, runaway before you caught the flowers but the night were the flowers of the roses which were the ones I had caught as romance of you.
If you went down, then I would runaway with you, with all the words that I never spoke of it only ran away like raindrops through the trees of what was mine and what was yours too.
It was only by the dozen of the roses that had my heart by the moonlight of the moon that had my heart with you that never went down to the end of the story that had my dream of you too.
Spoke of rose petals
A night or two
Loving every dream I get to have with you
Sunshine was my rain
And the petals were my thorns of roses.

The future held me like thorns that wrapped as more around my body leaving me with pain to figure every little thing and all I ever wanted to do was to figure the dream and the puzzle piece to fly like a butterfly where I can fly where I feel like wings and make my heart find the dreams of me where my dreams can rewrite the stars.

Insecurities play me like a harp
Where my soul sings the words
But I do not smile
I just hide behind the rose
Petals of my mask.
Insecurities play with my mind
Like my inner thoughts could speak the truth
But listening to my own music
Is like listening to my mind.

My Life Diary: The Raindrops

Sunsets and raindrops makes the day feel so dark like the sunshine has evaporated into thin air before the moon has a chance to show at night but when the rain comes through the clouds it all makes the day feel just like night where it is raindrops in the storm all over again through the clouds.

Where did the time go with the rain as it passes through it feels like it could never seem to stop but as you get closer it feels like your mind would get caught up in the rainstorm.

Whatever comes love will wait as long as it is by my side and even though we both want to not be apart life has given the way to wait until that time is right and the rain can finally stop as the chills only came from the cold of the wind.

My Life Diary: The Red Roses

Waking up
Never wanted to go to sleep
Running back and forth and I forgot to breathe but you bring me closer to the things I could no longer see but you ran around my mind and caught me like a blue rose butterfly, I began to fly but I got caught up in the web not sure what to do or how to make my decision and I tried to look at faith to show me the way but it still feels like my heart is not in the right place or right way and I am trying to hold on before I can let go but the thorns are already bleeding in my soul and dripping blood like I don’t know where to go and I feel like my dreams keep telling me to never give up and try again but I feel like I am on my own out and inside of my mind that feels just like a shadow and there is only raindrops that are fallen from the sky to the blue eyes of the moon and you held me in your arms and we began to write our stories like we were writing the same pages and getting to the dreams that hit me like a dream even though reality makes me feel angry and I can’t seem to guess the code because everyone around me is treating me like a game piece where each time they flip the cards I found a jack in the box where the rose petals are supposed to be but I am not covered in petals but I feel like I am stuck in the mirror of my own hidden reflections where one is telling me to do one thing and the other one is sending me inside of a dream between my future and my past even though I have fallen and faded through the eyes of life where I wonder if someone is going to tell me the truth or just believe in their own words of lies. The dreams may be connected by one future where pain is not a word that starts with ordinary but it all fades away like thunder and smoke where I felt like writing a song but it ends up into a story of silent hearts.
Silent hearts, rip me like a new thorn, where the roses are my shallows of the ocean of petals, where I try to dive into the rain being eaten by the other words alive, because all of the lights that hit me like a spotlight where I am just the letter of rose petals being written by blood underneath the moon, where the blue roses began to burn into me like flowers petal after petal they caught the flames before I was able to gravitate into the air before I faded away and the rain could not wash me away clean but I chose to fight the night before the enemies consumed me, and love became my beautiful night of a dream.
Beautiful night of a dream
Where thoughts became my story
And the center of the lyrics became my therapy where if you hid the love language like you were talking abcs then you would have found the words to tell the same riddles as a lopsided pumpkin who only wanted the cake and ice cream to fill in the broken heart that only cried glass of water but it was actually tears and then you began to write the letter of positivity instead of living by the philosophy of negativity
Where lyrics stared at me and sang to me a beautiful night of a dream where the message was clear as glass as well as the story.
You may have woken up to start again but this time it is more than the moon meets the end and before the time hits the midnight it will become sunset of a beautiful night.

Wanting to be a red rose of mystery
But I could never just escape the petals that told the story of you and me and until you came back with the riddles of coming back home from the sky until we fell asleep and went from a dream to reality and once the kiss of the night was laid down on my lips where petals only consumed my heart from the moon to tears and the roses that brought me flowers to heal my good and bad days but letters were always my red roses painting where everyone mixed passion with life stories but all I ever wanted was dreams and to be able to face the one things that feared me.
Having to catch the flier by the day instead of before they both said goodbye not just with words but love of us was always on the tip of our tongues.

You were always more than a friend to me that always spoke to me at night and never held my heart for the words of any explanation but you chose to speak to me through my mind and I considered writing as a form of therapy to speak through the tip of my tongue to you but you chose to speak only with through my mind instead of in person because everyone would want a word or explanation to how we began to meet and I know that you and me don’t want to answer questions about the history and my life and your life may still be complicated as a story of a letter that was only told by yours and my main character.
But at least we both never ran from slipping through the heart of our life but we just chose to face the beauty with humor so let’s just end with a riddle of dreams and rose petals.
Your roses are thin
But your heart is more
Can you tell who loves to kiss and tell more?
Me or you?
Or is it just the rose petals of the air we both breathe?
And if the heart is much more than it can beat them why don’t you love the petals more than the rose petals?
The imagination of love
Was greater than life and that was until the spell became a reality and we both only spoke about the life in a dream so just be patient and wait for me.

Hitting the eyes like it was a brand new sky and all of the words began to flow out of me like no one wanted to hear the voices behind the words but they did listen to the lyrics of different songs that I could not sing but that I let control me and I don’t want my voice to be controlled I just want to be heard but it seems like my heart is being pulled into different directions that cannot show me the path or the light of where the lyrics of the songs will take me.
Where does like take you
When you feel like no one around you
Or even through the screen will even listen to you because it feels like we are the skulls of the brains and they are the ghost talking to us in whispers.
When I wake up
I felt a shock
Like a generator but I just wanted to sleep
And stay in my dreams
But that was before I woke up to the alarm clock of morning when I was sure I set the time for the nighttime.
I don’t want to open up the letter
To the person I was not expecting to write me through the internet but I rather get the envelope of rose petals in person than it be delivered by text message before I never wanted anybody but you in my dreams and in my future before the past and the dreams began to collide through the storms I never thought I ever get through but then the rainbow shed through the light of the sunshine.

One of those nights
Where nights are becoming fall
And the seasons are almost unbreakable
But the love in our hearts cannot ever seem real until they fall apart and you just want them close to you without ever leaving you in the dark but just wanting the truth to see you for real and the love of the two hearts to never leave but just to keep you from behind the heart of the rain.
One of those nights
It all fell dark inside of my eyes
And when I looked through the window
And stood still I saw everything through the rain I could feel and even though it all fell through the sky worldwide I knew that more was an option than just surfing through the waves without ever looking back to survive.

While my day may feel it was toasty with the s’more of my dreams but I still felt like a chocolate chip cookie and a movie of comedy to speak my language of humor.
While my day may have sparked the fire and I felt like I was ten steps backwards instead of going forward but I still catch myself before I went back on the board and I began to roll the dice again just to see the lyrics that began to play and rewind.
While my day may have caught the daylight of an ending I only began to not stare at the time as I felt like I was still going backwards not forward and it made me feel like a s’more.

The dark was not just the light
But it touched me like a petal
And I only loved more than I could ever listen and wake me up like I was a dream and I ever since love caught me like the blue eyes I fell for the moon as soon as he told me that he loved more than he could ever have told me too.
The dark was more than the night
But not until I found the light
That found my heart and made my life more than art.
The dark was more than the night
And I found the song of true love
Just around the corner
From the playlist that sets my mood
But plays my feelings on a loop.

True love
Was a story that I wrote from inside of a dream
Where history repeated and I hoped we both would stay the same but we seemed to dream different about the life at night where we felt like driving out of town until we could reach the sky of roses and then the night would speak with more courage than just the roses of beauty.

As I held the moon along with the stars I knew that I was the sunset thy could be spoken through the arms of my own soul as the skin fell through the skies of the moon where I felt like a brush painting of a portrait of poetry where the dreams settled into the background of the picture and then it all became the night of the sunset days.
As the moon held me like a crystal I began to see through all of my dreams that made me think of the night that was than just living proof.

Coming off like a skyscraper
Finding the words
That feel like heights
But only can I know put them into perspective as they flow from me like blurred lines and once the petals have reached the roses it all feels like more than a mile where we are traveled away in the night where the stars and us seem to align.

Closed caskets
Running voices without air
Not sure where to go
Or where to fall
Feels like life is closing in
Like thorns where petals
Are the least of my dreams worries
And upon thinking about the past
I have reached the once upon a time
Chapter quite fast where every word has been my clarity and life has been full of unexpected moments and memories but thoughts of life have continued to reach me as I have thought of everything I have been feeling what is right and what is wrong feels like thoughts running in circles through my mind and made a dream feel like real life.
Hidden intentions not sure which one was the truth only playing everything by ear except to the words of the stories I could not hear and making petals last for days where I was here and it feels like I am so faraway but so close to the ending of where I could almost want to fly away and words cut me just like a knife but even then I knew that everything had a price and through my lips I could only see every word that was feeling like life inside of the real me.
Where you may your art a story
I made my writing the life of a dream where everything may caught me off guard but I was keeping tabs on where I was going to be found and just like the closed caskets my dreams were found in the words of the story of the flowers that were once hidden inside of a moonlights attic.

Blue Roses

Bedazzled by the blue roses

As they fly away with my flowers

And into the moon

Across the night

There is love that shines bright.

You saw the blue roses

As they came to bloom

Like me

They are the same stars at night

When they have come to see the other side

There are still blue roses being burned inside.

The blue of the moon


Captured like light that went through


The roses of the moon


Being bedazzled by the other blue roses.

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The girl who played the music, she found her roses on her violin

The girl who played the music, she found her roses on her violin, and with all of my love, that could have broken my circle, I finally found the voice in my heart to speak, and through the notes of the music, it only was my diary of words that became my stories of love. The only chapters that ever felt complete where the ones of the storybooks are my words that never fail to change the notes like a verse, where creativity became my last resort. The life has never became just a way to unlock my heart even though a story was never anything other than poetry but writing all of the thoughts that could speak my mind made me feel like a transparent violin. The girl of the violin never had a name she was just an unkonwn character inside of a story that made the life of a dream into the main character. The last of the life never caught a dream it only ever changed my life before I could see the other side of the story.
The girl who played the music, where she found the roses that became more than thorns of petals on her violin, that only held her romance through the love languages of life. She only chose to make the images of the sunset that never had to catch the wish but through the skies through the blue of the night where the moon only was behind the night of the rain where love was not hidden by just a one person’s game. The heart could only love as far as anyone could speak but as much as anyone’s heart could beat but faster than anyone could make a heart complete.
The girl who played the music, changed the beat as soon as the notes changed the sounds of the violin and the music that began to spark the romance between you and the one who had your heart the whole time. The only stories that wrote the ending to the chapters of the storybook. She was the one who changed the violin of the music and the rose petals.
The girl who played the music and found the voice to speak
and without the words had came from the heart
until the dream unlocked the stories.
Fly away my flower,
You will always be in my arms,
Where my thoughts will lie,
And leave the petals behind my eyes,
Loving you was my heart,
As well as the flying away of the flower,
That was my last words of the day.

Kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain,

flushed cheeks on my brain,

coming to the a.m.

not sure when I will be able to say when

you caught me in deep

hit me like a current sea

and then batted the senses

until I was ready to be wished

and kissed

for the first time

it was more than just a diary.

A kiss in the rain,

held your love like I was waiting,

coming into the room,

waiting for everything to happen

between me and you

until it was the coming of the new season

and into the night

we were in love before our hearts were beating.

A kiss in the rain

You were gone before I got to see your face

You made look like a memory in my dream

But your heart was my whole

And I just wanted the dream

The dream of you

The one that holds me when I am cold with you

But all I want to do is be warm

Before you were gone.

The signals of us that got cut off

The signals of us that got cut off where nothing was standing so long as the rip cord came as soon as life after we left had changed we had wondered if today everything between us would be the same or would it be like our signals got cut off. The signals of us never found the break line we both just trusted our instincts as soon as we became both butterflies that would soon be set free into the world where the moon of us would be in my heart reminding me that my dreams of the night were not even close to being over. The signals of our time ran around like a clock where time felt so much more closer to our dream where we rather meet in person than on social media and that was because our signals got cut off.
The moment we never wasted as soon as life began to fall in the palm of our hands where it all came on a loop promising a bigger future that was ahead and with all of our dreams we thought our life would show us more to live for even though it seems like our signals kept getting cut off even more.

The Roses on my letters

Hitting the love like it was
faster than the night
coming like a petal of the roses
after a new night of love and romance combined into one
like love letters of roses.

The letters from beginning to love to the end of a future with each chapter of a story

The petals entrap the soul
writing voices that go on the paper like a ghost
where petals gave the words of love a brand new starting point
and finishing every cover unlocking the keys to the thoughts of my life
that love more than words could ever speak but leaving a trace of the petals of roses
comes like a secret that has been hidden behind every part of the story and reached the point of where stories could never just speak with more than one voice
but letting the characters of the story make the choice
where roses are like flowers
and petals are like roses on letters.
From me to your love
I only see the future that has been unwritten
but is connected by the stories of each and every chapter.
From me to my heart
the words of love seemed to me like every word was never just a spoken phrase
but only hit like the notes of a piano of art
where the canvas was the blank page where the words like paint began to spread.
From my story to you
each word filled in the glasses of the heart
that became a stone that was fragile
just like the pieces of my heart
that ran free like wine from a glass.
From my mind to my thoughts
seems like a movie
where life is a scene and the words are the script
that play a role not just a part of a character.

From roses to letters, dear my BlueMoon, your love in the petals of roses, Rosyred

From letters to roses,
where every petal just seems like a dream,
and with the spark of just one love,
singing a dance like it was a song,
traveling through life like it was a dream in the making but keeping up with time was like keeping up with the rose petals of love letters.
From letters to roses,
you kissed with passion,
and made my stories more than the heart could ever desire to speak,
but you trusted with your greatest possession and that was your heart and I gave you the key to my life as well as the lock box of the treasure.
From letters to roses,
you smiled like your life was brand new,
and that was just seeing me from the story of life,
that made more than just loving the real you.
From letters to roses,
you fought the distant and spoke about life,
as if it was already lived and connected like a heartbeat of the chest between the love of me and you.
From letters to roses,
the fall of the day,
was more than just the dawn,
but keeping the life as if was more than just, the day of being alive.
From letters to roses,
you kept me in the heart that loves more than midnight and that was the night we both fell in love more than just a heartbeat of the moment that was shared like the past that opened up new feelings inside of a love story.
From letters to roses,
you smelled the aroma around your heart
like flowers where raindrops caught the eyes of the moon where love was the perfect circle of life that I had with you.

Lover sky was so much deeper than life

Love was deeper than what they caught in the moonlight of the ocean
where life was many reasons to love the impossible
but it never was impossible not to love the one of you and me
where deeper than life was more than love stories mystery.

The roses that became letters

The roses on my letters
The roses on my letters are the words of my feelings where each petal that falls from the stems are another word that is from my heart, you always used to look at me like you had it all and everything was worth figuring out and now that life seems to be taking a new direction you seem to only know where your dreams are heading but out of the present your life shows you the map of life one where you could transfer the destination into a scrapbook of life but hidden behind all of the weekdays every lesson comes out of the chapter were writing every single word comes to life even if it seems so faraway to achieve and just like dreams they take time to be reached.
The roses on my letters
You captured my heart without waiting for the time to come before you were left in my dreams trying to wait and then you hit the life button and everything began to feel more connected
kind of like a puzzle piece of magic
and we both had to fall until we found out what would happen and whether we stayed or left the chapter of us was not ending yet.

The thoughts that write my life

Sitting down by the lake in my own thoughts

Sitting by the lake you already saw the ocean as you landed by the freeway past the petals where the clouds ended by the moon and then it all came like a moonlight dream past the sunset and cried into the raindrops of the sky as you came to my arms to say goodnight but catching your breath just turned into the air of the leaves that passed right through the trees but sitting by the secluded created the illusion of where the art lies so does the feelings of where we are connected by the future that will never leave me but only come to fall as if it is behind the frame that never falls or breaks like the petals after the rain of the river begins to fall past the light of what made the change into the start of the summer that caught the light after it started to fall in and out past the point of where the clouds and the blue skies came to break apart from the clouds.

You sat by the river inside of the silence that made the noise seem so quiet you just wanted to enjoy the scenery before the moment was gone and you had to just stare at the waves as the clouds were dimming down from behind the clouds.

Closed doors and open chapters

Looking farther than the closed doors that have to open up to enter into the world that shows us a brand new adventure of beauty where the ocean would meet the skies that started the story before the last moment of the sun.

Moment of thought

You were my first moment without thinking twice it was like your breath was the only heart that was becoming mine and you may be beginning to think what happened was the past and now we have the future to look forward to instead of always having to look back before everything begins to move forward.

Moment of thought

The moments keep me falling at least where my heart is going and then I look back and see how much the past has changed but also where I am in the present that circles back to where I feel more than I could say.

The moments have never stopped the time from before the time has changed from before to now.

You held me in the heart that was more than a dream

You held me inside of a dream where there was no echoes of sounds but a heart that began to have a hold on me where you and me where the start of something that felt like it was brand new but that each passing moment felt like a new chapter in the roses of the moon.
In the roses of the moon,
I fell for you,
It almost was a dream,
Where life only continued to match my heart,
Like a long lost story,
But no words could ever engage in the chapter,
Except to believe that their words held more power,
Than with magic through the blue of his eyes and through the wings that were his butterfly.
In the roses of the moon,
You gave me a heart,
I began to fall for you,
Before the label was given,
I only wanted to be closer in my heart than apart from you,
And that felt like a dream,
Or just the roses of the moon love story.
In the roses of the moon,
You captured my light,
You made me feel brighter than the other half of me,
Where sentences in the words were not the only ones that could form stories,
but that made it more than just a love story.
In the roses of the moon,
Played by ear almost like I could hear my thoughts,
Calling out to you in a heartbeat,
And then I wrote all of my thoughts I was thinking,
Inside of a story.

Diary Entries Part 2

The life is more than a dream

The life is more than a dream
The life that makes you more than just a dream and a story that only hits your life once every time you turn to take me for a dance and to make the moment last forever and never let just a minute or a moment seem to falter like the stars that make the universe a reality and not just a dream where the story is more than just words but who actually lives in the moment and never seems to forget what has changed or what has left inside of the daylight.
You almost see life as if it could only pass as black and white but life has now filtered into colors and now when the pictures look through a kaleidoscope of lenses comes as bright and not just as black and white.
You could never just face the night without falling before you let the light catch the sky but you chose to look me through the lens that only captured my picture frame in a photograph but you chose to never let the light blue leave behind the roses with the moon of the heart that touched the waters and the waves as long as you held onto the dreams of you and me as more than life could put the truth before reading it all in black and white.

You never forgot the wish that was made

You never forgot the wish that was made
You never let me forget the wish we both had made underneath the stars of the great fall where the glass was the sky and we were just the hidden moonlight behind the eyes that could never tell lies or keep secrets hidden in the dark without a single word to utter but coming with just a story that could complete the final words.
You never seemed to forget those days we both made into memories until it became a reality inside of an unspoken dream.
You always told the stories as if you were here writing down every phrase or word and that only sparked in me the ink of the phrases that I wrote down in my diary.

My Diary Entries

After the sunrise

After the sunrise
The sunrise hit my heart like I loved hearing the other side of the day where it felt like a new experience inside of a storybook and led me to the pages that made me feel more than I could ever cry and think more than I could ever whisper but talking with my inner thoughts led me to my inner voices that made my heart race and the tears and dreams like a falter of a fairytale where the only thing that comforted the storm was a soul that only shined as a lifetime.
After the sunrise, the moon was my patience of the blue and the sky was my beauty of a beautiful sunset where I could be in his arms like a daylight where the clouds never seemed to rain but the sun only shined with the heat waves that only swerved in my flames of roses petals.
The sunrise met the morning after the last night of which the dawn hit the raindrops,
It felt like an hour away before you held the last petal of the night,
But daybreak caught the hour and it soon melted my heart into a thousand different words,
Of where only light could go and from then on it was like a dream inside of a different story of fantasy.

The lover of a moon

The lover of a moon
The moon was the other half of the rose petals,
And after every spoken word of silence it caught the heart that became more than love could ever have found the right answer but to words you only started from the beginning where everything in life just felt like it was frozen, but after the moment had cleared it all fell together without being apart from the side of the mountains that never seemed to be spoken it was as if the lover of the moon was quieted by the teardrops of the rose petals.
The moon only held the steps of the stones as stairs until the starlight began to fire,
And the rain of us,
Just went off into a quiet memory,
Where the sunset fell out of reach,
And the pages of a story were like a journal entry of notes that could only be titled as lover of the moon.
You went off and talked to the moon,
You started counting notes like you were counting fingers and once the days reached the last,
It was as if the full moon had already attracted the beautiful of the lover moons night before the sky met their blue eyes.
Before the sky got to meet their blue eyes,
Like sounds of raindrops,
That never seemed to die,
As long as love was alive and never seemed to stay still or quiet but loved more than the sky could meet their blue eyes of the moon,
That was a lovers dream.

As I looked onto the Saturn

As I looked into the Saturn of the sky where galaxies would meet and lover of stars would lie and painful beauty could only be painted a stems of roses or thorns but kept inside was the last drop of the sunshine that melted the earth and the sun at the same time as the moon where words were no longer painted as petals of red and roses and clouds made a mark of the journeys dairy where the look into the eyes of heaven seemed faraway from where it stood to where it was led and now by the sun it was the shining star that made a beautiful sky into the ocean blue of the waves and the clouds of the blue sky.
You wondered where it all would meet but it seemed like the perfect saying to the storm of me and you where it felt like another planet was meeting with Saturn and now it was the sun of Neptune where oceans and water formed their own galaxy of space and earth like two planets of a dream.

The last time we saw

The last time we saw
The last time we’d met it was like we were seeing the dreams with a whole new pair of eyes where blinking to miss the light was not an option of where the time we saw would stop but having an hour of minutes where midnight was just as bright as the blue of rose petals and the last time of the night only sent the last day as if the night was the poetry that was knocking on the door and coming by but to the point of the story there was more than just the point of where time could take the last view of the day and the breath of the last away from the time it all was a clock that started like fire in a dream of the night and the dreams were only the same as if your thoughts could never stop hitting the replay button as everything was turning into reality in a heartbeat of time in a new way where the night ran like a drop into the song of a brand new beginning without a record to sing the last note of the song lyrics and when it all comes to the music the heart is the only source of the keys.
That was the last time we saw the hours that began to sound just like they were a script of lines stuck in a storybook of words and dreams where if you would falter like the stars you would see the shooting stars of the night.
The last time we saw to the last time we looked of the night that never ran away like two stars of a night dream.

You only caught the heart as if it was a dream

You only caught the heart as if it was a dream that meant so much to having just the real me and the rest of the life was like you were inside of an almost glass mirror of the moon that could suddenly look into where it is that you were as soon as you felt like a diary of your life was worth more than a thousand words and after the years you had spent last came a new life with a new story of where time and you only caught the heart as if it was a dream.
You found the other half of the last locket where you took the heart and painted it red with blue eyes that made the moon seem like it was another day or another time where it all fell away but never was apart as soon as you loved the roses of a memory.
You never sounded like it was more than just fun but every event of life was more than just the wings that caught the flight of how you wanted to roam free with the butterfly wings.
You may have found a friend that everyone wonders about but that you want to keep secret from anyone ever finding out and that you could make the dream a reality in a split second from a dream that never was just a lifetime story.

A diary caught my eye

A diary caught my eye
The one of the words that caught my eyes,
But my heart was the only beat that could catch the beauty before the sky of the sunset and the moon that was the other shining star of the sky.
The words were only true intentions behind my writing of letters where love was the last one of the night that fell asleep with the midnight.

The roses were the blue sky

The roses were the blue sky
The roses made everything seem as white as the clouds and as blue as the sky where the moon would hit midnight and it almost felt like hours at a time before the night began to catch the rose petals of the sunset.
The life was almost as dull as grey,
But then the colors came to view,
Where it was like the sky had found the perfect blue.
There was never a moon that forgot to call the dreamers,
Where the roses fell like flowers and were made into roses,
That hit the ground like sparks and the rain began to catch all of the raindrops,
But as sudden as you may think,
The waves make their own decisions of where the story of the life will end.

You never asked as soon as the sky fell

You never asked as soon as the sky fell
Where painted grey was the other side of the earth
And the clouds of white overtook
The blue as it made the moon into a night
They both would not want to miss,
And that was the last of the hidden nights wish.
You always sad everything last minute,
Was a moment of when we first came to spend,
The outside of the dreams,
Into the real world.

The only answer to the dreams

The only answer to the dreams
Was loving the possibility of you and me
And never seeing the thoughts without the mind
But coming back like a butterfly in the month of nine.
The only answer to our dreams
Is the ones we hold in our hearts and never letting anyone forget the truth to the story that made all of the words possible to write as more than just a scoop of a story.

You never passed up the chance

You never passed up the chance
To know the night before you could
Catch the words as if it was all in the sky
Where the moon caught the light
That was the same shade of blue.

The night dreams of us

YOU CLIMBED INTO THE ROOM WITHOUT A SECOND HEART TO CATCH
MY HEARTBEAT BUT YOU LOVED ME MORE THAN ANYONE COULD SAY IN
WORDS EVEN BEFORE YOU CHOSE THE NIGHT TO LOVE ME UNTIL IT WAS
DARK BUT I STILL CAUGHT YOUR BREATH AS SOON AS YOU LEFT IN
PETALS OF NIGHT AND THEN YOU WROTE THE NAME OF THE WISH
BEFORE YOU GOT TO THE TREASURE OF LOVING THE ME BEFORE YOU
GOT TO LOVE YOU AND ONCE YOU CHASED THE NIGHT OF THE MOON
BEFORE I GOT TO FEEL THE WORDS OF BEFORE I MET THE NIGHT OF
WHO YOU WERE TO LOVING ME AND SO THAT IS WHY I HAVE SPENT
THE DAYS OF THE NIGHTS WRITING THE STORIES OF HOW MUCH I LOVE
YOU AND EVEN WHEN THE STORMS FEEL LIKE THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE
THAN WAVES IT ALL COMES TO ME LIKE A CLOSED DOOR OF A SECRET
WHERE YOU COULD CATCH THE LIGHT BEFORE IT TURNED DARK AND
ONCE WE BOTH SAW THE SUN THE NEXT MORNING WE WERE BOTH IN
LOVE FOR SURE. YOU ALWAYS HAD A SOFT SPOT FOR WHEN WE WERE
IN LOVE WHEN IT BECAME NIGHTFALL BUT THE STARS ONLY ALIGNED AS
CLOSE AS THE PETALS OF THE UNIVERSE THAT COULD NEVER REACH AS
FAR AS THE MOONLIGHT. YOU ONLY SAW THE NIGHT AS BEING CLOSE TO
YOUR HEART BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO LOVE BEFORE YOU COULD LOVE
AND YOU WANTED TO STOP BEFORE YOUR HEART BEGAN TO BEAT
WHERE WE BOTH NEVER SEEMED TO THINK ABOUT THE WORDS BUT WE
ONLY SAW THE HEART OF HOW MUCH YOU LOVED BEING SILENT AND
NOT LOUD LIKE A HEARTBEAT WHERE YOUR DREAMS COULD HEAR MORE
THAN YOUR VOICE BUT COULD ALSO DREAM AS CLOSE AS THE SKY
WENT TO THE CLOUDS AND THE CHAPTERS THAT WE WOULD BOTH
WRITE AT NIGHT. YOU NEVER GAVE UP THE FLOWERS BEFORE YOU
COULD GET TO KNOW THE ROSE PETALS OF HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU.
YOU MAKE THE DAYS FEEL LIKE NIGHT WHERE FALLING ASLEEP TO THE
COMFORT OF YOUR HEART IN YOUR CHEST SEEMED TO ME LIKE
HIGHSCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN. YOU LOVED ME AS FAR AS PERFECT FELT
WITH THE MOONLIGHT OF THE LOVE THAT KEPT ME ALIVE IN THE
MIDNIGHT.

Loving you at night

I know that I only loved you at night
Before I could ever reach your arms
From a distance again
Until it came to seeing you down the road again
And finding out it was not going to be through communication on social media
But in person is where I would rather see you from here
And I know that everyone keeps asking you
Who is that girl that is more than a friend that you recently met but I know that you have known me for years and we haven’t seen each other in a long time before we last used to send each other text messages on kik and before that day between us would come again you could not control the outcome only you could try and understand the day when we first met to the day that we would both meet again not too soon but from years from now if we ever see the reunion of me and you at HighSchool or maybe we would go before then will we see when we learn to love at night again.
We loved at night until I saw the moon that was more than just of you but that meant so much to loving you and I know that you wish you could have me around to love you more than just staying apart until the time is right but at least we have our dreams to fill in the spaces until the next day and becoming the next chapter of me and you was not so easy as writing the chapters of me and you.
I only saw the blue before I got the chance to meet the one and I thought one was you and it was as soon as I met you and we became more than just a picture of words and outside voices but we never knew the story but we just stay inside and you did your art and I did my blog and we just continued to live our life in love along we the goals we both set to achieve our dreams seems hard to do everyday but there has to be more to life than just dreaming a dream that was a selfless love story.

The journal of me and you

You wrote the storybooks, like they were on my soul, one foot in, it never came out, I know that you are not ready to be the one, who has to write the story, we both may be scared of taking that first step, but we each are trying to live our own life, as if it never happened yet, I may not agree with waiting until the time is right, but just want you to make a decision to reach out to me on your own instead of me reaching out for you. I want both of us to be on the same page with everything instead of feeling like one of us is ready where the other one wants to wait. The chapters of our stories may not want to end just yet but that does not mean that we won’t be able to finish out the ending of the stories.

The Footsteps to Your Love

Intro

I know when each moment in time it feels like it is right and each word that thinks of every feeling you start to pull into the universe that makes me believe in things that I can only imagine as real where the waters of the glass would be the footsteps of where the shore and ocean would meet but the footsteps could only hold enough water as soon as my tears of you washed away and I know that you dream of me like you are playing diary and writing in your journal, but each day and every story that I wrote is of you where my life feels like it is holding onto the footsteps of patience, where if you held the moon in my eyes and caught like a fairy inside of a fairyland but you chose to pause the play before the pressed the button again and caught the wind of the petals that never caught the ocean of the stems that made me into a picture of a portrait that took away the water from the colors of the brush and canvas that I used to paint as loving you, but back then you were my blue wolf and now you are my blue moon.

A change in heart, A change in chapter

You chose to never talk until you caught the magic that could be the switch that turned the lights off and then become the moonlight of the night that spoke with lips of a whisper that could only keep me in secret from your love and then the flashback of the night began to change the outcome and I was already thinking about the future, but for me and you we are still living in the present until we both reach the future and then we become more than our dreams could meet with reality.
You make the dreams feel like it is a possibility to live, where each and every step we take is just another footstep to our dreams, and once we complete the journey it won’t feel so far as getting to the destination.
My heart held a chain around the heart,
before I could let my guard down,
and keep up the love that I thought would save me,
but keeping in my heart that met the love that never lies,
and that is what changed in the chain in my heart.

Choosing the way not the date we can love

You love to say when but you never chose the date and instead we both are waiting until the time is right and now we are just heading towards our dreams without ever stopping but as we still are never giving up and we still keep on trying there will be nothing we can’t do except just keep going and never letting anything stop us from winning the fight that allows to achieve the dreams we are trying to accomplish and that is getting to the future of my dreams with you.
You always have the words inside of the artistic canvas,
but painting the picture was my clear vision and imagination of the dreams,
that made life look an outside manifestation of, the future and it only led me to you.

Ending

The love of us,
was a swing of new beginnings,
and a summer and fall of new endings.

As the moon held everything in secret

The quiet waters came by the moon

As I held the moonlight in secret, 

But never got to see the sunlight burn, 

Because it caught my magic 

As the clothes began to wear the night of the roses, 

Where he kept me in the past as I wandered who he could be if he was without me?

But keeping the glass of my mirror like a, 

reflection of my old self and then coming back, 

to my reality self. 

The only right way that came with the way time, 

came like hours at a time and then it all fell, 

back with light in the sky, 

And the dreams that caught me with the sky.

Three steps, to us

Three steps, to us,
You showered me with innocent petals of roses
You showered me with petals,
That only chose to love me without ever speaking a word but except no one ever chose the story that was true to you.

Flying me to the moon of the rose petals

Flying me to the moon of the rose petals,
You only drowned the waters so that I could
Wash up the loose ends with the sand,
Where the ocean planned the secrets in matching the love of the petals,
Where you traveled in closure,
Without coming through the tunnel of the clouds,
And the sky became the blue,
But you chose to keep me flying to the moon of the rose petals of you.

You catch me before I fell with the moon of petals

You catch me before I fell with the moon of petals,
You catch me like I was falling from the sky, But once you looked with those eyes,
I began to see the other skylight of the stars, That at first turned me blind by the moon, But spoke to me like a whisper in the dark.

You followed the trail even without a trace

You followed the trail even without a trace,


You followed like you wanted to catch the moon,

Before all of the lights went dark,

And then it all became the first of many firsts,

As I loved the moon when it became night.

No ink, No words

Feeling the ground,
Before I found my feet,
Before I touched the picture,
Of the petals that no longer had any ink of words.

Three steps to us

Three steps, to us
Finding you was never an ageless search,
Seeing how you picked up my heart,
And chose to keep it close with yours,
Loving me like you know you could not choose, But it was still a captivating smile before the single,
Where silence played in the role of fantasy,
Where just like you there was always a jumpstart of words,
But playing by the petals was never my strongest suit because I only loved by the moon.

My unlocking memory

You never even wanted to guess the song,

Because you already knew the lyrics on the radio,


But it eventually caught on to me how much the,

dreams became my unlocking memory.

Scratch That: It is all just roses and moonlight

Intro

The roses counted down the moonlight it only passed my chances by and gave me the courage to never give the dream that had my heart the whole the time it came to being just a once upon a time but it never was just a closer lifetime I wanted to live, but my life was thrown around like rose petals. I started to count down the minutes maybe I was ready to capture the petals in the wind before I left all of my dreams in the hands of the voices that could never speak but words carried me like I was almost an option to grieve and as the words began to play around in my head I only struggled to see the open glass of the rose petals that were supposed to remain a closed entry of love letters. But I know that one day love with you will find me and even though my school of life is still unhold I feel like everything is just a quick step of a journey ready to be faced and as long as I am sitting alone in this empty room with my thoughts that are guiding the words that write the next page, the chapters of us never came as easy as one, two, three, but words just started to flow right out of me, without even giving a second thought to when my dreams never stopped because I continued to think of you when you were gone from the life you were supposed to live with me.

The words like a diary

I wish I could write a full page of words that were supposed to describe in detail of how much I loved you, but only seeing the different shades of blue, that keep me in secret, but never thought to reveal the infamous treasure. But the journey was the process of words I thought I had taken for granted once upon a time. The only secrets of me came in with the night, that fell in with the deep but that seemed to write the ticket of the golden latchets that locked the journals of my life and words with poetry, but once it all came to be unlocked then all of my dreams started making the glass out of waterless raindrops, as if we were losing precious daylight.

The stories that found me

You found the voices in the stories you were no longer looking through but nothing ever seemed to fit until you got the notification that someday your book was being published but thaty all seemed to fade because you couldn’t find a loophole to reach the dream, but the goal seemed to be pretty easy to achieve, if it didn’t have another life in place to live.
You found the hardest parts in the dreams that you never thought would lie, but it all felt like a ghost of rose petals walking by you on the streets asking for the number of the person they were trying to reach, but making a guard seem like a gate was worser than climbing over the pillar of the untrusting messages, but as for everyday I continued to look back at highschool and see all of the stories of the chapters I could have missed but posting the picks or running with the lines kept me in the circle of the love that never died.
Now it all seems like it is gone and never left until it was the like I never had the love story to begin with, but the art of emotion used to be something I had wanted to express, but instead I just chose a life outside of the cursor on my laptop.
I write everyday the same stories from the same person, but no one ever saw me as a clear vision, I may have left my comment section open for others to see and hopefully read in between the lines of the stories that meant a lot to me, to someone who wanted to keep their life a secret from the source had to reveal who she truly was.
But the stories may have called her a fighting butterfly of wings through the stars, but she only came into the world asking for a chance to show the world that she was more than just the other side of the story.
This was one was not a story, more like another chapter of her life within a week, but she still carried on, and even if it felt like she could dip her rose petals into her sorrows of her heart that once was solid but now turned to glass, and she only made a deal with her and her past and she vowed to keep her life going as long as she could before the story caught her by the ending.
She transposed a lot of the lyrics that she listened to into lyrics and he did the same with his art, where he gravitated his feelings what they were to now finding out that everything including life had a clue on how to find your story.
You may have never found your other half of your dreams yet, but you will it will just take a few wrong turns to see what happens when life throws us the meaning of another truth and the lessons we had to endure in order to get there.
I still have not figured out where my journey of life will lead to next but I am still working on that part of the story until I won’t give up the words that are necessary for the girl who wrote the heart of her story even if she couldn’t find the words at first but joined the life to see where her writing would take the ending.

Where the midnight wrote the love, that started as black and white of rose petals

Intro

You wrote me down like a color of voices that never faltered but you chose to rock the chaser as a player of words rather than getting into my own head but I loved how I could wake up out of bed after a dream of you, but now I am pursuing a life out of a dream, but you still hold the shelter that was in my heart until all I could do was feel like I was coming down without a chase, and then you moved my dreams like a life of a chess piece, where the game of life was not even close to being over until we could say check mate and rose petals. You wrote me down like I knew the story wasn’t even over, but you closed the book without even giving me an answer, to the choices that later in life I knew that we both had to make but you chose to live a reality that was more than a dream but yet you had only opened up to me inside of a dream that could never leave me, but began to pull inside of the waters that hit me with the sand, and then it was the fall of the month of september before it became the last fall of the leaves before the morning of october. The last of the start of the fall, went into the stories of love.

Dear Roses,

Dear Roses,
The love of the life that never crossed over,
where the letters she wrote,
was the love she expressed in just one snap of a finger,
and the words ran through her like a midnight of a silent voice clock.

The gilded envelope of roses

The gilded envelope of roses,
where letters don’t just write themselves,
but the words become the letter of the rose petals,
where every word of the story,
was like the paragraphs of the notebook,
being read back to me,
in the future.

https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/06/moonwashed-challenge-gilded-september-6-2022/

The midnight of roses

The midnight of roses,
where the letters of the stems,
only wrote the love,
that started the letters,
and wrote the midnight of roses.

Ending

The flowers of the petals,

That only started off as midnight hours,

Of letters,

But roses kept the silence,

As a key,

And then the roses,

Where the midnight,

Became the hours of the clock at a time.

Glided past the stories in love

Intro

Glided past the stories of love,
and the world may have felt like it was crashing,
like it was yesterday,
but the next day came,
and the morning was just a daybreak,
but the silence only began to startle my mind,
but as I felt like I had to runaway instead of staying,
I learned to open back the pages and rewrite the stories,
as a new chapter in her life began as a new opportunity.
Glided past the stories of love,
but captured the moments as the stars above,
where each word would sing the lyrics as if it was a song.

Will you take all of the fun out of it?

Will take all of the fun out of it?
Or will you enjoy the moments,
that treat you with the glory days of september,
but that only fall with you,
like it was the october before the august of love came in the sunset.

The feeling I get when the dreams capture us as a painting

The feeling that captured me as an artistic wander,

and through the colors,

it made me into the sculpture of a character,

that caught me higher,

than the kite that flew in the sky,

and the love that could not speak of words,

but that caught me as an artistic canvas of a surrealism love story.

Life as a flame was an open water of unwritten words

LIfe as a flame was an open water of unwritten words,
where the storybook was just another chapter,
that loved the unwritten pages,
as if she could write,
her fairytale dream.
Life as a flame was an open water of unwritten words,
where the world seemed to catch the wings,
as if it was more than just a past memory,
of the reality that made me into a love story of dreams.
Life as a flame was an open water of unwritten words,
that made her heart into a lost sea of a river.

Ending

The paper planes ran like a heart string,

tied with the voices of what you and I used to speak,

until each other was what we once used to be,

and through the times ran with us like a clock,

hours a day at a time,

where the midnight wrote the love that started as black and white of rose petals.

The sky fell like raindrops in your eyes

The raindrops in the sky

I only blinked for a second before I got to see the other side of the sun, but it all went blank the second I began to see the night before the day, and when the raindrops came I lost all of my connections, and then the phone line kept on ringing until I could not see the blankets of the full moon with the clouds, but the only answer that came was in the raindrops of the sky filled tears.


The rose petals of the blue


The rose petals held me close like a petal of the moon, but looking at the other half of the glass, only filled my mind with destiny that was on the horizon of the sunset to becoming more than just a rose petal of thorns.
But coming in my life seemed like I was in love with you everyday, even though I couldn’t see you everyday, but then my dreams filled my eyes from the empty space until I began to cry but you showed me that missing you meant that you loved me closer in my dreams.


You should be here with me too


You should look for me past the sun,
And watch how the sun begins to set,
But then the waters of the ocean begin to overlook the other Pacific Ocean even though we both live near the Atlantic Ocean.
You should be here with me,
And never have to leave,
But stay with me,
In memory and in my dreams,
That way love will keep you here,
For real and not faraway in my dreams.


Should you want to leave the light on?


Should you want to leave the light on before it all went dark?
Should you have wanted to be the one that was chasing us before it all became just a dream?
Should you have wanted the dream to be more with or just a moon of reality?

Flying past the butterflies

Flying past the butterflies,
Don’t want to sink,
Don’t want to move,
Just letting the dreams passed by me like an ocean, filled with waves.
Flying past the butterflies,
I only saw the magic of the world,
And the dreams I was chasing,
As the moonlight of the night,
Kept me waiting,
Through the heart.
That loved me more than I could bear to see,
Where past the skies,
You held the heart of love for me,
To fly like a butterfly.
Flying past the butterflies,
You kept me up at night,
While I only waited to fall asleep,
And you only had the same feeling,
As you stayed awake after midnight,
And you couldn’t sleep either,
Passed the first sky of the moon,
Of your eyes.
Flying past the butterflies,
You caught the same moon,
As the story I only wanted to write of you.

Loving you in silence, catching you in the night, but you were the moon of the petals of me

Intro

The story of a bluemoon, who could not clip his wings or hers to fly through the night, until they both found the eyes of the ocean, to swim through until they could not escape their thoughts, but that was until he found the rose petals of the girl who could love him with all of her heart, and nothing could ever keep him quiet, when he told everyone in real life about the friend who was living her life, and when they asked if she was just a friend, the only words he could say was, she was a friend of mine from highschool in real life, but in his mind, she was something different to him, but he kept that a secret from everyone because they weren’t living the life in a dream that was connected to the reality of what they were both thinking and feeling inside of their hearts, and yes they both may feel bad about certain life events that have happened to her, but it not only affected her heart, but it made his heart hurt too, but the only answer they came to was to let it go and continue to live their life as normal as they both could, but even that seemed hard because all they wanted to do was live their life with each other, but until they both found a future to succeed in, then life as they planned was going in a different direction, but only within their hearts, they both knew the ending of the journey, even if it may take longer than it seemed to find the answer they were both looking for.
Loving you in silence,
cannot help but want to catch you in the night,
where the moon would face my curtains through the window,
and then I would dream of you,
and speak to you in my thoughts,
and you read my stories as if you were seeing them on your computer screen,
on earth if only you weren’t constantly looking at your phone screen.
Loving you in silence,
you only loved me at night,
where during the day,
you were busy living your life,
as if the petals had to stop growing,
but you only wanted the silence in the embrace,
of the petals,
but also loving you in silence through the midnight.

Loving you in silence was better than trying to speak the words I could not write at the time

Loving you in silence was never just better than the night I had first wrote a book, but each and every chapter was not just about you and me, but it was also the stars in the night, that could shape the sand, of the cloudy dark of the blue moon, but the air went out the window along with the atmosphere that tied around me like a broken piece of my hearts glass, but the waters of my tears filled in the emptiness that I never expected to have lessened but, the only hearts that was able to love to love me, was the night I ran past the miles of the speed limit on your street as we turned out the lights, that only created in me and in my heart a dream, but all I ever wanted was for the night to pass me by and love me in the dark, that only felt like a heart that could love me in the midnight of the lightened hour. Until the next sunrise, I knew that you had my heart along with you and me, and as I asked you to stay, and keep me awake inside of my mind, but only talked as whispers that got my heart, and once I was able to answer the call, after I had gotten off of that flight, where the plane only overlooked the bottom below, and the clouds were my sunlight of the clouds, and the blue of the skies, continued to rescue me like a parachute, even though I was learning how to deal with my thoughts without talking to you or someone who used to read my messages when my heart would get lonely, and yes that is the true behind my eyes that could never keep a staright face and lie, because all I ever wanted was the truth to set me free, and make the storms last more, than what my heart could take away inside of lost beating scar.
But you never wanted to hold on from knowing where the past could have tried to take you, but captured the resilience, as it went from the dirt of the sand to the fallen waves of the rainfall, where may have wanted it to look like a dark monsoon, but the waterfall held onto the stems of the petals as I wanted to let you feel the hearts that left me with you, making me feel like I was stuck in the middle of the words that I knew could never let go, but never gave up the way I could love you in silence, where I hoped you still remember me and never let the time of us ever slip away from the girl who loved you in the heart of me.
You could only always remember the girl that could remember you and me, and the one of the heart that felt connected to the you and me, even if I kept everything inside of a glass slipper, and wrote the ending to my past memories, that never let me or let the heart was inside of the memory in a locket.

The name of the moonlight, from the stars in the sky, and the days of the nights

Staring at the picture, that made the moon,
a certain picture of silence,
but words could only see how much the dreams of us mean to me.
The name of the moonlight, from the stars in the sky,
and the days of the nights,
that count down the numbers of when you last heard of where the dreams of reality would go.
The name of the moonlight, from the stars in the sky,
and the days of the nights,
where the stories are of us,
that made the art of the skies of the day that made us in the morning of the night,
but only past by us in the silence,
that sparked a brand new night,
where I kept the secret of us writing,
and that was because only I could see the stories I wanted to write,
of you and me in the night.

Hush, Hush, Don’t You Cry, Before the midnight, and the dreams of us

Hush, Hush, Don’t You Cry, Before the moon of the midnight, and the dreams of us,
that could keep the dreams of us,
where you and me,
would always stay together,
and never let anything including the moon,
of the dreams that never let the petals fall.
Hush, Hush, Don’t You Cry, Before the moon of the midnight, and the the dreams of us,
where just a memory,
that caught me like a light,
that was hidden behind the moon in space,
and in the stars that I know will never leave me in the dark.
Hush, Hush, Don’t You Cry, Before the moon of the midnight, and the dreams of us,
where you could only see the world before your eyes,
and then once the night was forming like closure,
the dreams only looked around the world,
before the night of the story came before the ending.
Hush, Hush, Don’t Cry, Before the moon of the midnight, and the dreams of us,
that only rushed through the night,
as the moon came from behind the hourglass of the night,
where the petals only came to grow,
as far as the raindrops only fell from the night,
that held my reflection of where the last days of the dreams began.
Hush, Hush, Don’t Cry, Before the moon of the midnight, and the dreams of us,
where it never faded,
it only started the right back from the moon,
and the journey it took to love the real and only you.

You made my heart a heartbeat of words

You made my heart a heartbeat of words,
but as you started to call the moon,
into silence,
I rest my case,
as I called you after midnight.
You made my heart a heartbeat of words,
but you made my dreams into songs of lyrics,
that I could once say to you and me,
but as you began to reach for the phone,
your only words that you could say out loud to me,
but you the paths of the roads that grew greater,
than the mountains that whispered into the nights,
and gave me the dreams of feeling the heart beat of us inside of the night.
You made a heartbeat of words,
and after you went to see the heart in your dreams,
that was still beating,
but it was like something that no one could have ever seen,
until you fell past the moon,
that loved you for me.

Closing another chapter

You came in as a chapter that I was already ready to close,
as you began to write the words all of the thoughts you had before just began to disappear with the night,
but as the morning came inside of the sun like a blink of an eye, it began to become a dream,
from underneath the writing of letter, from inside of my pillow case.
The letter reads:
Cheeks Dream,
You fell into my arms, and I had to call it a dream of us after all,
when we started to leave and finish our last book of the pages,
with no names,
but the dialogue of anyonmous characters,
that chose to fill in the lines of the script,
instead of reaching inside of the heart,
that never left but the person who is writing all of the chapters,
from behind these unwritten love letters.

Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight

Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I loved you like you were already a picture on my mind, that never went to the deleted folder, but it only stayed as my photo album picture.
Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I could love you in my dreams, where the dreams of us had no limits, where we could sit and talk for hours, without ever having to move, from embracing you and my heart,
beside your chest, but kissing you was harder than speaking to you in an embrace of silence.
Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I only loved you without looking up to see you, and your eyes past the stars, but only watching the smile as you began to look me in the eye, and when I saw that smile, when you always came to see me, it was like you had already found the light that seemed to be closed off in the dark of the already unsettled dreams that made the night much more full of a puzzling yet not solved yet mystery.
Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I could only love as fast as the stars, would lead me and past the magic that only consumed the nothingness that surrounded the unforseen shadows of the last nightfall, but it only could be seen as beig captured on camera, but sleeping as sound as the moon that could only spark the empty colors that found the emptiness of the light.
Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I could make the steady places seem as fast, as the moon, that began to make my heartbeat of you start to race, but seeing you inside of my dreams, and making the night a lot more of love and kept secrets.
Taking a closer look at the stars, but instead I found you already inside of the moonlight, where I loved you in the silence of how you use to hold me, even before the dreams started to love you in the mind, of how you loved me in the break of the dawn, and then you chose to love me in the secret of the moonlight.

The life of a new chapter, that only started as a happily ever after

Happily ever after,
you were always more than just a dream to me,
you were like a little spark of heaven,
that came into my heart once or twice,
but the last of the night,
I knew I wanted it to be with you,
because more than anything I wanted to live happily ever after with you too.
Happily ever after,
I began to love you too,
right from the beginning you always had my heart,
that was more than just a feeling,
but that left a mark on my heart,
like a tattoo of art.
Happily ever after,
came as fast as the first,
but it only took a few more chapters,
to write the one of our lives we were setting after.

The only rose that came from the moon of the night

The only rose that came from the moon of the night,
and petaled as words,
that could never catch just a thorn,
but fly like wings of a butterfly,
where hope was not just a message of love,
but a life that we wanted to live in the reality of more than
just a one line storybook of words.

Ending

You closed your eyes,
made each one into two,
but only shuttered the rose petals,
like words of love that were written as stories,
of silent dreams.
You closed your eyes,
you began to love more than you could tell others apart,
but as words became storybooks
there just left the silence
of love that was not until now,
being turned into a storybook,
of silent words.
You closed your eyes,
you captured my eyes,
you closed them just to kiss me,
like rose petals of the moon,
and silence,
of the love that I always and will still have of you.
You closed your eyes,
you never wanted to peek,
but you still snuck in a moment,
to see me and my heart beat closing in,
but as the petals began to fall,
I was only masking the words,
that at first of the night,
never seemed to speak at all.
You closed your eyes,
you held the words,
as love for me,
and before I was blind,
you only wanted to see yourself as more than just a storyline.
You closed your eyes,
you never just saw,
any spark of light,
that began to meet the words,
that held like glue,
past the morning of midnight.

The days are closing in

The days are closing in like hurricane shutters from here to there, 

it was always a maze, that ran around like circles, 

but the girl who found her heart, 

only ever wanted to separate her life like a cloudless diamond.

But to her it was a motion passing song like a hurt cannon fire, 

where the fireworks of the day grew brighter, 

but after the movie was on film she ran through the streets crying like a passing shade, 

where the light switch went off that day and from here to there she had to make a choice.

The days are closing in,

I went through the decisions,

and came out with a win,

as life showed me the obstacles,

I got through all of the bumpy roads,

and came through the tracks,

as soon as I went on the train ride.

The days are closing in,

I found a destination,

but the process of the journey,

was all I was trying to achieve,

but as I went to collect the road map,

almost like I was the cars that were driving on the road,

hitting the gas pedals on the highway,

but once the traffic lights hit,

I was hitting the brakes.

The days are closing in,

it was more than just a wait,

it was like a story that never got to finish before it started,

except to start straight from the beginning to after the fall.

The days are closing in,

you never wanted to leave my side,

and even though you wished you could talk to me about,

I was not interested in discussing the story,

I only wanted to let it go and move on from the past,

but from here to there it felt forever.

The days are closing in,

my heart felt paralyzed,

from the last dream of the full moon,

until I got to see the fantasy as more than just a dream with you.

The days are closing in,

there was no place to run,

there was no place to hide,

there was no place to make it just a dream,

until it was a place of reality,

and not just a from here to there.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/05/reblog-enjoy-this-magical-poem-from-punam-in-response-to-wdys-150-enigmatic-earth-paeansunpluggedblog/

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, came to love you more than just in the midnight, of when you looked at me with those blue eyes, but as the scenes of the mask grew stronger and the lights of the background grew deeper, it was only left of us in the music, and then the night was our only skylight of a new dream.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, where you touched my heart and never fought the moonlight of the romance that could never find a cure, because you had already caught my heart as more than just words, that never seemed to forget the magic of the two souls that were in love from the start of where high school began as more just a blink of an eye.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, you could only see the world behind the hourglass that caught the light in your hands, but made the sunlight an hour after the end, where time may have controlled the hours, but it never could stop the moments that were happening between us.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, sharpened the voices, that wrote notes as lyrics, and love as letters, but I was only writing each of the letters to you, and I never forgot the reasons why I loved you more.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, where the city of love caught the lights, and made every moment into ours, and then it only became the signs that our dreams were going to come true, and that was the only reassurance to our dreams that we needed as wings to fly.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, where we only saw the moonlight as more than just the moon, and the sky began to brighten the day, but it all came as clear as the sunset of the new rise of the morning.

Moonlight behind the rose petal eyes, where we may have went two separate ways, but we both only waited to come back together, and then as time went on, we only began to dream these last two years, and waited for the day, where you and me, could always see each other face to face, in ten years.

Nothing ever felt right until it was never just easy

Nothing ever felt right until it was never just easy but you made everyday seem like chasing a dream that was no longer just complete, and I wrote down every word like it was a memorization of the lines I was trying to learn, but just like the one’s we used to be I only loved the girl who sat next you at the students desk across the row that was only spaces below and between the heart that would never let you go but the only one of me that was crying tears of dreams of never just seeing past the seas of all the raindrops that could form the oceans of the sand, but loving was more than raindrops behind my rosyred.

More than just a spark, you really found a way to capture my heart, but I had never fallen for someone so quickly let alone the dream life out of reality I wanted to be and finally coming clean and finally catching the surf that I thought would let me go with the tide but I only ever grabbed the end of the board to the shoreline and having to paddle past the words that I could not speak next to the stars where I could fall as bright as the cliffs but catching the hurricane as the clouds could never speak but letting my tears come as a mask of the pain that real life has caused me through the only black hole that swallows me in but you seem close enough to keep the secret from inside of the words as the petals only flowed right out from under me but underneath the moonlight I wanted to call my ex best friends and talk to them about the situation that stabbed my heart in two but I could never come to just the source that called me out and under but only catching the waves as I felt like I wanted to touch the skies and the keyboard of letters as I cried out every word that I have just written down but that each and every word only shaped the real me and I may not know where my journey that started as waterfall raindrops will show in the desert of the sky that I only lived by in the sky, and I know that you see me hurting too with you in my dreams and how I have tried to make a future but it is just on pause until I hit resume and after working on my dreams almost my whole life for only the safety net of my words to catch me as I have fallen but you chose to never have me lose the pain or get carried by the burden that only took me away but I still had a heart that had a hold on me and that only shaped my heart as the moonlight could speak through the rose petals but was behind the heart of the rosyred and the bluemoon of us again but let us never forget the heart that spoke these words but cherish the moments that we no longer had after and even if the pain could unlock the keys of my heart again and set me free like a butterfly, but I never got to fly, I only walked away as far as the wings of my feet could hold me as I began to cry but still remained me and never seemed to let the pain of the past control me but leaving me inside of the heart that still wrote the same stories.

This week continues to catch me like a blur, where my eyes could only see them as blue,

where two wrongs could ever make it right,

but once someone turns on the light in the dark,

then the puzzle piece of life comes all together and into a picture worth a thousand words of life.

You can see the light past the world,

where life continues to catch you in a heartbeat,

and chases you back to the chapter,

that only holds the beginning,

and catches your mind and breaks the waves,

as the ocean begins to catch the rift,

as you stay in the riptide.

You may feel like all of the walls are closing in,

but once you get past the hurt,

you can only carry the rose petals,

that make you breath,

and see past the lightning of the blue eyes.

Scattered Sunshine

Scattered moments that got caught in the rain,

but ran through the lights,

like a kaleidoscope,

of colored lights,

but then it started to come as sunshine of a rainbow.

Scattered moments they all fell like raindrops,

of prisms,

but it felt like I was touching the sky with the blue lights,

and that only created the clouds that were like blankets,

and wrapped around the souls that now only whispered inside of the streets,

as ghosts,

but looking at the ground through the sunshine,

and as the trees created the shadows of the tunnel vision of sunlight,

it all created blimps of colorful storms,

that began with the glimpse of us in a lock photograph,

but as time went by it only came like a scattered sunshine of a broken light bulb.

The lights went out,

the bulbs began to flicker,

but it was like a candle light in the distance,

where the stars guided our light through the night sky,

but the scattered waves were like sunshine.

The time that started to race my heartbeat,

along with the chest of your heart,

that was held close to my ears,

and me listening to the words that only spoke in silence,

but how I felt the love through touch of your arms in a hidden embrace.

But you only came through the night,

to say goodnight to me,

and hold my heart close to me,

but you shaded the light of the sunlight,

before you let me know the night before,

you left scattered in the shores of the ocean,

through the midnight that spoke to me so quietly,

it was almost like a moonlight diary of unspoken rose petals,

but you continued to keep my heart as you spoke my sweet tunes to me in lyrics of a song,

that only loved you in the midnight of the moonlight unspoken rose petals.

You cherished the moments,

but you never wanted to speak the voices,

and you held the words inside,

because you never wanted to reveal the emotions of your heart,

but you just wanted to steal the heart without giving up the secret,

and instead the dreams became the lock box of an open book.

Moonlight unspoken rose petals

Moonlight unspoken rose petals,

you wrote the words of my dreams,

but you only held my heart right through the scattered moments,

that only caught the night,

as long as you looked at me,

and saw right through me,

and right through the crystal ball,

where all my dreams were made into stories.

Moonlight unspoken rose petals,

you saw me bloom as a flower,

of which you could never let me go,

in the rose petals,

of stems and the thorns.

Moonlight unspoken rose petals,

where my heart will beat,

and I only caught the breath,

as soon as you could take it away,

and it only caught my heart as soon,

as the love was more than just a heartbeat.

The diary of the words,
that could only mean my heart was more than just a heartbeat,
inside of the stories that could write more than words and letting each life experience write their own words of a life story.

The diary of the words,

where each and every line comes up with their own forms of poetry,

and where sentence in the story,

is just another lost translation of the soul.

The Fall of July

The fall of july has brought the months I spend thinking about the days ahead and watching myself grow up in a different atmosphere where age is just a number of the months before I have a birthday every year of the day, but chasing my dreams while also living most of my social life as an introvert and being online through college where i am now a sophomore and it only makes me feel nostalgic to the point that hiding behind my computer screen has become a regular thing, and before I became a homebody I used to walk through the streets of highschool where my soul and mind just captured the lyrics of the music and even through those peaceful walks where no music was being played and it was just me and my thoughts, and while looking at others faces seeing what lifestyle they chose to live made me feel influenced by others behavior aspects to the point that my younger self filled in the lines of her scrapbook.

But as the fall continued to arise, the colors of my mind continued to change the mood to the point where my mind felt like a lock box of my own thoughts. You could never change the younger self of you but you could only hope for a better future for yourself, and as for me I would not want to change the past or anything that happened in my life because it brought me to the surface of the ground where I felt like raindrops in the soil just ready to drown, but the leaves kept me surfaced and so did the roses as the fall of July became my September alibi.

You could only chose your story as far as it would go just to change the leaves before it went below but as for me what I write a week is my saving grace of closure, where the words are not just my spoken voice, but they are my diary of words I could never turn the page just to skip to the end before I got to read all of the words I could never get again. But each time I would look at the face of the mirror of my own reflection and see all of the words painted on the screen as if it was my own creative masterpiece.

Before the ink dries out to write the script to the story

You could chase my words on paper, before the ink dries out, but the words flowed out of my mind before I could process the print, and then the document began to export, and once the words were written out, I had no choice but see the final draft, and then it all came together like a drop of the playing cards from a hat.

The fall of the leaves, only left the marks as words of my stories, where everything fell into place with my heart, and then the outside lights began to create a spark, and finally hit the lights. The only fall that began to burn the candles in August but is now reaching towards the end of September, but as you continue to figure out your life, as I am living mine, and creating story after story, to record my life like I am living inside of a main character, even though I wish it could just be a dream life in an Episode Story game.

Loving you in a dream and in real life

Loving you in a dream and in real life, seems like a faraway possibility, but nothing is ever impossible without a dream, as long as we everyday manifest the life we want to have, we will attract it, and that is definitely a fact.

Loving you in a dream and in real life, still keeps the dream alive, and never let’s the thoughts of us fade away, but keeps every part of the story a dream of a love story that won’t stop until we reach the ending.

Loving you in a dream and in real life, but each time I continue to dream of you, I still know that those feelings are still true, even when I fall asleep and dream of you and me.

Loving you in a dream and in real life, and every time a new story of us is being written, I still think of you through the words, another chapter in my life, that has not reached the ending because it is only yet another beginning.

Loving you in a dream and in real life, still speak like thoughts in my mind, while we both stay up at night, and wake up to the morning of the day, that makes our life worth living each and everyday.

The thoughts of you that run through my mind

The thoughts of you that run through my mind,

and still continue to be a manifestation for my words in my stories,

and channel all of my thoughts as if they were growing reflections inside of a mirror.

The words of my stories,

that make me think of you more,

each and everyday the words that are the writing of everything between,

because as fate first started this story in a dream,

I ended up capturing the moments that started my life,

through the words,

that only seemed to capture the night sky.

Even though you can’t see me,

through the face time of the phone,

but the glass of me is looking back into the other side,

but the line between you and I comes as close as the picture,

on my photographs,

through the mind that captures them all,

like a lens in a scrapbook of a words on a camera.

I remember every piece of the memory,

that I kept inside of my mind,

but the love of us is what I keep inside,

where every voice became a word,

and then the words became a storybook,

of unwritten verses,

that kept it all silent,

just like the one’s of my secrets,

that are in the back of mind.

Feeling like I have already missed the deadline

The days are numbered,

I still think of you,

I wonder when my dreams will become a reality,

just like the ones I dreamt of you.

You caught me in a time,

where I thought I was going to leave the past behind,

but I still go back only to think when my dreams will finally have an ending to the story.

We both continue to think about one another,

and the dreams we are constantly hoping for,

but as life continues to surprise us in the end,

we are still writing love letters from me to you.

The dreams I still dreamt of you,

where it seems like today all I wanted was you in my dreams,

and I still think everyday of the next morning to the next night when I can dream of you again and again every night.

You see how the stories are being written,

and we may still be waiting until fall for them to begin again,

but the seasons always change the same time a new memory comes again as a flashback in my head.

All I hold in my heart is the dreams of the love that feel for you,

I constantly do think to myself when the road of my destination will end,

just like when you are doing your homework and it feels like forever before you will be able to figure it out,

but you still trust in the journey that someday you will reach your ending point,

and it may seem frustrating and sometimes you may want to blame the other person for not giving you the right number,

but you still try to not hold that grudge that what that person did in your eyes may have been wrong,

and yes they have every write to feel guilty for what they have done to me or to you?

But I have learned to let it go and move on,

and I do trust in you that until you are ready you will find me in the end,

before we meet again at our high school reunion,

and it may not be today,

and it may not be tomorrow,

but it will come we just have to give it time,

and when I give it time,

I mean I have to give it time,

because even though I know that eight years can fly by so quickly,

I realize that patience was never my strongest suit,

but I still am willing to wait for you,

just like you waited for me to talk to you again,

and it still brings me back to that moment,

where I still see my life living the same exact narrative,

looking at the same place as I get off the exit on the highway,

and it may seem like I am on the hill looking over the city at Hollywood Blvd,

but life has brought me so many scenarios I could replay in my head,

of when we would ever meet again,

but as I keep thinking of the future,

I just look into my past self and I still wonder if she was me and what would she do If she was in my position too?

I think she would just tell me to see it and then take the next step from there,

but until you are really experiencing the moment and living out the true life experience,

then you will never know the real story behind those four walls,

and that is the exact same feeling I felt the summer before August when I started high school,

and once I began to live out the story it was nothing like I ever imagined because I fell in love with a best friend who in my dreams I one day hope to call my husband,

but as the days are still numbered and the verdict is still out there,

I am living in the present day by day,

pursuing my life one day at a time,

even though sometimes I feel like I have already missed the deadline.

You look at me everyday with those eyes in my dreams,

and I know that with everyday as you hold me closer and closer,

you will always be there and never leave me,

and even if our future seems like it is not happening as we planned it to be,

I know that what it is meant to be,

will find a chance to be with me.

With everyday,
I still think about all I could ever have with you,
there may be times where it hasn’t come to reality,
but I still wait in secret to see how all of the behind the scenes script plays out,
even though my life feels like a role rather than just the main character,
but life has many adventures and detours and all we can do is stay on the life path of who we are meant to be,
even though sometimes we feel like we have already missed the deadline.

Coming back up for air,

seems like a journey within itself,

even if we may feel like drowning without a board,

to pull us up for air,

and surf and ride the waves,

that life may still have in store,

as the hourglass may run out of sand,

but still find a way to keep the sand,

in the ocean.

We may always want to look back,

and re-paste the pictures,

but the glue has already dried,

unless we can make a wish,

even if it seems like there are only sixteen candles,

to wish upon every number,

and all of the wishes come true,

and are only permanent at midnight,

even when life may seem like we are always missing the deadline.

Ride and take the wave

Ride and take the wave and let the water feel the board as you go down and surf and even though life may feel like it is coming in slow and fast you just have to be ready to ride through the wave.

The surfing of the adrenaline only comes with the courage of what it takes to fly and even though our paths may feel like they are an hourglass of running in and out of time.

Life may be a hundred reasons why the stories are never complete, but as we continue to ride the waves and catch the flight before we could slowly move on from the past we continue to move forward without ever looking back and instead we continue to surf as we ride through the waves of the upcoming storms.

Until the end, my blue moon, your rosy red

Until the end, you captured the wings, to set my love free from my dreams as you began to calm with my problems in my mind, catching the light before it turns dark, inside of the mind that plays the notes in my mind, and playing the piano of the rose petals, where the notes hit the ghost that only speaks in whispers of a mystery.

Until the end, you could see the ending as the story of us became near to the finale of our lifetime movie romance, and as the scenes of us became black and white, it then turns into color as time goes on, and even though we wish for more to stay in the present we still yearn to jump start to the future.

Until the end, you never left the light in the sunlight, but as the waves became calm in the night, then the moon only sparked your whispers in the sand of the heart shaped gems of the moonlight.

Until the end, you sparked the pages, as you wrote every word one day at a time, but you decided that in my dreams the storybook of words would not be a closed book, but that it was written by you and me.

Until the end, you could see the stars of us, as I typed the words that only lessened my fears of what the universe held for us next, as time played us like notes on a piano, and counted the minutes as we kept our embraces as the past moments, of what became as wishful thinking inside of a jar of our hearts.

Until the end, I only spoke to you like the moon, that I loved of you, and only whispered into my ear, as you sang the words of love to me, and made every moment in our dreams feel real, and never lessened the photographs memory as we looked at the lock screen photo of us two.

Until the end, undercover was the mask of the petals, as the moon became our mirror of unbroken petals, and the roses of the unsettled words that were never said, only made me wait the two years, to see the ending.

The last of the rose petals

The last of the rose petals,

only took my heart by roses,

and gave me the moon to put together the pieces of the puzzle,

that began to make out the photograph,

of the vintage blurred lines of the past,

that only became a memory.

The last of the rose petals,

were unbroken by glass,

and covered by a glass slipper,

as the fairy tale never became just a dream.

The last of the rose petals,

only became a moonlight dreamer,

of the memory that continues to play scenes in my mind,

but it only took one day at a time,

to see the words that became uninvisble,

from the ink of the unwritten letters of love from the last of the rose petals.

The last of the rose petals,

that made my high school stories,

a fantasy romance,

of the prom of a magical moonlight we never had,

until we both took guesses of the empty spaces in our minds,

and what the reunion of us in ten years would look like.

In the same universe of our dreams

In the same universe, you think of me,

and you never forgot the dreams of the human being that I used to be,

and then you fell into love,

where fast and hard only remained slow until you were ready to take that next step,

and fulfill our dreams at the same time of dreaming of the future from the past.

In the time of the dreams,

that went into my clock of hours,

but the midnight,

chose to chase the dreams,

of the life to live.

In the world,

of uncertainty,

where your dreams found the answers,

of reaching the certain answers,

until the end.

Until the next fall, my rose petals, your BlueMoon

You still caught the fall,

Before the moon,

Was able to close the hidden chapter of us two,

But you still loved me just like you used to,

In your embrace of us two,

But you caught me in a dance,

That loved a little too much,

Before I left the moonlight of your once beginning,

behind the night that fell into the hidden moonlight.

You only saw the life as what it used to be,

But as you could see the story from behind all of the words,

It became our dreams just by looking into the pages.

My stories only of you,

Could catch the words of us,

Just by looking at the empty glass of the hours,

That changed through time,

As the storybooks caught the moonlight of my dreams.

You never passed the chance,

To comfort me when I needed your presence,

To stop me from crying without tears,

Or from telling me that you loved me as much as I could ever say without words.

I only saw the moon,

As the sparks have flown through the sunlight,

And once the flames had sparked out,

You saw my world as a storybook,

As soon as it lite up my life,

And made a scrapbook of my life stories.

You loved me as the first,

Kept my heart as close as a secret,

Never let anyone feel me more than you could,

But it all seemed like a phase that was passing,

but it was more that meant the same as quick as it left me.

So until then, my blue moon, your rosy red

You only catch my heart as soon as it rains with the night,

I know you may not see the life you are living now as far from easy,

but it takes time for me and you to even map out our dreams,

but as life becomes our starting point,

we are still trying to find our destination,

to the journey of our dreams we have already dreamt of.

As the sun still sets like a sunset,

you see the sun as it goes down,

then it rises into the morning with no announcement of its presence,

but as for the moon you see it clear as night,

when it catches the dark of the skies,

as the blue moon,

becomes the blue water of the ocean,

that only seems to exist inside of the days,

as you count down with the sky,

and the hourglass that watches until the sand runs out of time,

and you see how life creates a stopwatch in your mind,

but even if you could see the mood ring of my mind,

into the colors that paint my emotions,

like how the sunset paints the dawn of the sunrise.

You only chose to love the dreams,

as an open book of the words in real life you had wished to say to me,

before we both left,

but as we both may tried to seek out each other after the fact,

I know that you were more focused to leave than to stay,

so you chose to keep your presence MIA,

but I still tried to find you on social media,

but there was no way for me to add your profile to my contacts,

at least without your permission,

so instead of me taking the lead,

I am letting you have the hands of time on when the dreams,

will gain a code of access to the real life we have been running from,

but once we have gathered the courage to contact the ghost,

we will both be ready to not spend our life being in a stage of silence,

but come to the realization that life has already been taken into effect in our minds.

You chose to chase the time,

as soon as you have came face to face with the future,

you wanted as more than just being a dream,

but only seeing the pages as more than words of a story,

as you have held me in your arms in the present of the past and in the future.

You had found the locket,

that closed the heart behind your chest,

until you had found a key to unlock what was hidden from the past,

and loving the roses as they found the petals of the name to write a love letter to the moon,

and that was the last words of I love you,

even if the words of the hug could only hear me without me looking into your face through my eyes,

and kissing me underneath the rose petals of the moonlight.

Where I could only love you for life,

and you could catch my heart as soon as you could meet me under the blue moon,

but catching the chase of the petals,

only lasted a few seconds of the name that wrote the words behind the story,

and as I played the petals and you played the moon,

we just became a midnight dream,

of the blood relatives.

If you could only no longer be able to stop time,

but just use this moment to never forget the times you had with me,

and how you wish to be here with me as much as I want to be there with you too.

There was never a second thought I ever gave to not writing the stories of you and me,

it only kept giving the anecdote of love that I needed to keep writing the final piece to the final chapter of you and me.

Keeping the fall,

as soon as it was met with our September to October,

and then the season begins as the leaves begin to fall,

and the petals of the roses fall inside the glass,

where both souls at the end begin to love at the last minute,

but only loving you in my dreams and in the future is all I ever wanted to have with just you and me.

Underneath the stars,

I knew that love was going to be with you,

even if the sun was going down before I got the chance to tell you,

but leaving the moonlight before we had a chance to seal it with a kiss,

but the lips were never just the rose petals that could fight the moonlight of the blue moon,

as the night could still steal the heart of your love in the moonlight,

but as all of the petals have fallen,

we both waited until the time it all was ending to finally have the last kiss of the night.

You may waited until the moon was gone to finally reach the stars,

as soon as the moon left me in the night,

and only stayed with me,

until the moonlight never kept their eyes closed,

but just waited for the kiss to play out,

and keep the love inside that could never erase the dark,

but only saw the night as the erase of the echoes of the heart,

only kept the final words a secret but just chose to put them as chapters in a storybook.

To know what the future has in store for the roses and the moon,

the dreams are the only words that can show the answer,

it may not all be happening right this second,

but time will tell,

as the night begins to kiss and tell.

You could never forget the blue,

as the rose petals bloom,

with the red of the love,

that never bloomed without the moonlight,

and only saw the story as an unwritten part of the life we haven’t gotten to live,

but we could only see as the final ending of the night.

You never found the glass of the night,

as it reached the rooftop of the balcony,

and we danced as the music from below was playing in the stereos,

as kept to ourselves like we were hiding away from all of the noise,

and escaping like two creatures of the night,

where you were the moon and I was the roses of the night,

but the flowers over my crown,

only held the ending to you,

as story of us may still be continued,

I know as we continue to take the days of our life one day at a time,

our story will be complete,

until a new chapter begins as a part of our next story.

You should be here with me

You should be here with me,

the love of us in the sunset between you and me,

but loving me was harder than just a scrapbook of a dream,

you wrote every single script of the pages,

but you only caught my heart in the song,

that touched my heart,

but each and every diary entry,

played the part of the words you wrote to me,

almost like it was a dear diary of the love that should be here with me.

You could have stopped time as soon you read the signs,

yet you were proud of me before you could leave me that day,

when I only wished you had stopped,

but I know that now you miss me in the present all you wished was to care for me,

so you are spending the present proving to me that I am worthy of your love.

You chose to block out the light,

hiding behind the curtains of the sheets,

that kept me in the closet with the light on,

even with the blossoms that only turned red,

but you chose to leave the thorns that cried me tears,

but you gave me the petals that wrote the invitation to your name,

and then we both guessed what the theme of the reunion would be?

But no one could guess we could only predict,

but if we look into the photographs of our mind,

would it paint the same picture as our minds predict?

I may have tried to map out my life with one paste of a picture,

but life only seems to catch me as a suprise,

and a surprise to the glimpse of us in the future,

is all I ever dreamed of once the night caught the clock of time.

You chose to change the hour on my stopwatch,

and rekindle the spark after the counting of days that turned into months of years,

but as time played the cards,

I still hoped to see whether or not you would be the one to have my heart?

But I guess we got practice from that day at the pep rally in october,

where fall hasn’t even came yet,

because in the present it is only the month after august,

and the beginning of september 1st.

But as time kept me close by like a secret,

it only changed when the key would unlock the passcode of the music which seem to be out of reach,

but the puzzle piece only kept the picture as complete,

and once the light found its through the midnight,

time only told the rest of the story,

as it came into the mirror of changing reflections.

But as the fall of love,

came like petals,

it only slowly became the love that caught the atmosphere as soon as the spark of love,

became the twin flames of the heart.

You only liked to look at the moon,

as soon as the dreams began,

and you whispered into my ear that you loved me,

and then those words played inside of my mind,

and never left my side,

as I was caught in your embrace,

I only ever wanted you to love me the same way I knew that you said those same words to me,

but both of the moon and the rose began to talk in conversation without any mention of a song caught in deep like a love language of storybooks melody,

but keeping up the dreams meant also falling in love with you in the moonlight of the mysterious reunion.

The day may come to happen in eight years even though it takes ten years from the year we left to prepare the day where we feel like we are walking inside for the first time,

and then surrounding ourselves with the doors that hold the locks to all of our storybook secrets,

and without a key there will be no unlocking the mysterious essence we left behind once we came back and said goodbye even though I was still very much so connected to that memory and I thought I had seen a ghost.

You chose to also never think for a while,

because it seemed like it was hard to leave the place that became our home away from home,

but it was also a gateway to our thoughts were the stories never left the pages until they became a journal of that coming day,

out of a vintage paris, france novel,

the city of lights where it to us it became the city of love we both wanted to visit,

but we still did not get to check that item off our bucket list,

but to me it still never crossed my mind,

of how we both could become close to someone who is now in our family tree poster,

that still seems so weird to still be connected by a person who has no idea about the dream,

but is inside of the scrapbook we treated like a fantasy dream.

If we could ever make a scrapbook of our life for real,

it would be a blog out of a scrapbook entry,

but to me all of my stories are hidden passages to my scrapbook,

and with just one secret code of detail it all became a scrapbook that turned into a real life story.

You never seen the stories as just stories,

you have always seen the pages as more,

almost like you could easily put yourself into the character’s shoes and walk the part,

they are trying to play in each chapter of the story,

the one you maybe have thought was left behind for good,

but is now the life we are wishing to have as not just a dream but a someday future to the final beginning not the ending.

You may have believed that you could never wish for the life seemed to fall apart,

but that only seemed to be the life that always had your heart,

and may come now or sooner than later,

but we only have eight years left to find out the answer,

that never seemed to block out the time,

but only seemed to be the one that was always on our minds,

within just a blink of an eye,

the dream is already coming at full speed in real life but for now we are playing the waiting game,

it all may seem to be faraway from the life we want to live,

but in another time and in another life we will always be able to see the ending to the story we started for now,

but for me it may not be all that we have ever expected but I know that our story is far from done,

just wait,

but until then,

the roses and the moon will always be your love story,

rosy red and blue moon.

The Scrapbook of my life

The dreams have become my journey to reach the destination,

And even though I have not met the truth behind the time it will take to change my mind,

As I continue to write the stories and chapters of you,

But capturing the sunset before the moment in time decided to stay behind and close the chapters,

I still wrote every word that could capture the heart of you but also mask my dreams as well as you.

Flying with the wings like a butterfly that wants to fly,

Seeing past the current of the ocean in the scrapbook of life,

Watching the last wave pass the sand as it shines in the sun while it is stuck on land,

But in a glimpse of the water I saw my reflection of us.

Loving me into the blue moon

Loving me into the blue moon, of how I once looked when I saw you, and they told me it was nice this time of year, where it was fall and the rose petals only told the story of the love that was between you and me but down from fall, you had made a girl who loved the stars, and brought hope from each of the passing moments way down from the sky, as long as we have loved through the night, it only calmed. But as the lights went out I started falling fast and out of time, for when you began to look at me, I only saw what I keep as quiet care of the dreams that whispered how much love there was meant to be, and when you closed your eyes, you began to feel as past as the light that only called to me, but each and every night I saw the light as it shined from the sky, but once you took it for granted and left me in the spark of the magic, I knew that one day we both had to rekindle our spark, but as life would have called we reached fate as the moon was deep as blue with the rose petals of me and you.

Loving me into the autumn

Loving me into the autumn as time went phased and we began to learn each other’s name,

but as the summer of us caught the light,

it all passed me like an autumn of the night,

where all the time felt like it had stopped but I had came as fast,

as before the petals had broken off the stem.

Sunflowers

Into the night of the sunflowers,

I only caught the wind as the petals kept on falling,

but catching you was not worth letting go of the sunflowers.

The locket of the moon of secrets

You chose to keep the moon a secret,

but the heart was kept shut inside of a locket,

but only the secrets could catch the love,

that was once a photograph inside of a scrapbook of pages,

without any caption,

just the love that was shared between the two souls of him and I.

The leaves will finally fall with August

When the leaves fall I still think about you and whether that time of day will come when we both won’t feel pushed to make a move and I know that all love will take time to happen and I am willing to wait until then where we can feel more than one heart beating for just the both of us. I still do think we will get our chance at love one day and even though that day may not be exactly today I know that if we both want to test the waters instead of rocking the boat with the rain, the leaves will finally fall with august.

I know that getting close to you back then and opening my heart like you began to do with me too, was because you loved me too, even though you wrote the stories in your heart as a closed book, when I began to get close to you because no matter what I gave you my heart as I began to love you too.

You chose to live life on the back loop

You chose to live life on the back loop,

even though life and love was hard to navigate it was still the chance we both chose to risk,

but that was only when it came to love as we both looked into each others eyes,

but I knew that you showed even though you had a hard time showing your feelings,

I knew within myself what words of you were true and what was a dream,

but even if it felt like we were living life on the back loop nothing ever could break the petals that loved you.

Breaking the petals could never be apart from love

Breaking the petals could never be apart from love,

even though giving your heart was hard to love than to let go,

even though I still wished a number was in place to match the face of the name,

I knew through all we went through to navigate to this point and get to this place in my life,

where love was an option to happen between us,

and once I could open up that door to the heart of you and me,

I still do know that you will prove that you are serious about the love that you want to treasure between you and me,

so no matter what happens you will always have your heart to be with me,

and never let go of what felt real between the two of us and inside of the story that wrote our dreams,

but facing life together through all that we have came into and got through,

you would always be the love that could never break apart the rose petals.

The other half of what you knew of the moon

You got the moon to love the other half of who you could be,

but the universe knew the answer that could only have came from the voices of between you and me,

but I know that the night will happen slowly without ever rushing past the moonlight,

but seeing both the roses and the petals through the love that the moon and me carried throughout the night,

only shaped my heart as love could never remain faraway.

The lock box of secrets between the undying love of blue moon and rosy red

You could never let go of the truth,

no matter how hard you had to unlock the puzzle piece,

behind the locked door,

where only the rose petals of the moon could grow with the thorns,

but that became the locked box of undying love secrets,

between the blue moon and rosy red.

Loving you before I could look back and love you

Loving you before I could look back and love you,

but facing love with you ever step of the way,

could never stop me,

from falling for the midnight of the blue moon.

Seeing the skies even though it was never painted blue

Seeing the skies even though it was never painted blue,

but capturing the night for what i ever felt you,

and only ever got close to the feeling of keeping the love,

and the music between you and me,

even though the lyrics of the moonlight,

were already love letters from me to you.

Keeping skies as loud as the thunder

Keeping the skies as loud as the thunder,

from I heard when we first got together,

and I know that you adored me from afar,

until you got the courage to come and talk to me,

we both did get to know each other,

and then it was more,

but we chose to keep as a friendship because we both didn’t want to date each other,

until it was the last second.

The Heart Strings Played as a Violin of Hearts

You may have kept the strings attached to the heart,

as you play the notes on the violin,

and singing the rose petals of love,

that could keep the heart strings close to the notes.

You only loved the music of the keys

You only loved the music,

as much as you could touch,

the time clock once you hit the hour of the midnight love,

where fantasy was not just a word we call dreams,

but we also made the letters of love a mystery.

You may have wandered off into the blue of the moon

You may have wandered off as soon as you hit the blue,

but the magic of the dreams,

only hit the sunshine of the night,

as you held my hand so that fear was not a part of the dreams language,

but that love was a heart you could find through the moonlight,

of the music’s unwritten chord.

The dreams that catch my heart

The dreams that filled the unightly sounds of what brough the two souls blue moon and rosyred together but as they paved through the life’s obstacles to stay connected by their hearts in just an open book of their dreams where both of their passions were the only way in the beginning of the dream life where the only way for them to show their love languages of physical touch along with receiving gifts and making an artistic of words of affirmation for his love and only one but most of all gathering the courage to tell her and show her that he was for real and not going to let his stubborness ruin his chances at happiness when he deep within himself that she felt the same way as him and was able to make the first move to show that she was telling no lies when it came to love even though at first she may have broke his trust until she came clean and admitted the truth but now there are more locked secrets of love between the both of them, Can they unlock the key of love to their undying secrets of romance for each other or will the blue moon and rosy red remain a story of words and songs of love lyrics?

Love language

The love language never speaks the translation of the pages but once I saw you in my dreams all of the stories began to translate and into my dreams I knew that was what you wanted to be to me but I have caught the love language of your love.

The sentences may have never formed but I could write the captions to the pictures I saw of you and the other ones I drew of you but not of the letters of my language I dreamt of you.

The silence only started as the petals of the roses became the song that I could no longer see as whole but the heart touched the story of the love language that spoke to me of your heart.

I only spoke the end as you soon as you called me and asked for your love to write the letters in order to see if the spark between you and I were still there and when the love language started so did the stories that I wrote of you.

My love language starts with a touch of affection that can only be spoken through silence and action of looking into one’s eyes without ever having to say a word you could just feel the moments between the two of you and only having to hear their heart only beat for you and noticing the way they look at you not even knowing they are thinking about you but just seeing the truth behind their eyes and the touch of the words that could only be described as a love language of love letters.

My love language begins to express art of the canvas or just just in general with receiving gifts just to show they care about what they never seem to say but end up noticing about the real you and that is the gift of loving you for you.

Creating moments with them like they are a page out of your scrapbook of unwritten words but letting the reality find the time to make it all real without leaving the suspense behind but taking the lead and guiding you down the road through a new direction of memory lane.

Only praising and putting a smile on your face makes your heart so full that being able to enjoy someone’s company is worth every second you get to spend being with them alone even when you feel like the words of love could last forever.

The final straw to the love language of feeling the love between the two that could never be broken apart except to be put together in a picture frame with one heart and that can come with action and service to not only give the key to your heart but show that there is more to what you want your love in your heart to always be.

Vivacious

To be vivacious means cutting the cord to the strings,

As life may control the next steps,

We are the only ones who start the rhythms,

But as bittersweet it is to love a story so sweet as a song,

Life caught up with me,

And I feel like an out of the ocean moral in a sand where climbing the fence leaves a scar,

Until the past opens up and I see the path as a picture perfect reflection of a clear sky,

But backing out of the background made me into a profile picture,

But what could you say caused this vivacious act?

It was all the stem from the petals of a moment of who I used to be to not turning me into a new story,

But the lifestyle only caught my heart and my attention from my eyes,

Where the sky could never seem to hide the eyesight of the lens as the camera snaps the shot and I am nowhere playing pretend,

But as life may have spoken as beautiful as the sun covered the veil to loving with the notes of the violin for the first to the last moment in time,

But it ran me like an adrenaline of a currency but never blocked the moment from me to see,

And then ping the notification came on my blog and someone was searching for a vivacious writer and tagged a prompt of me in front of a mirror but the moon was my muse,

I thought I caught a break of dawn,

But the rose petals fought me like a butterfly underneath the waters,

And once the sky was no longer black and white of the grey you sang the ocean blue lyrics of the light that caught through the rain,

But as vivacious of the stars came through the prism of light,

The sun and the moon became the ones that could collide,

But as you danced for what you loved I came into the ocean and spread my wings to fly through the waves before the clouds caught me into the whirlwind of the rain,

But the darkness only saw the sunflowers that stemmed from all of the thorns but the morning came through as the sun hit the sunlight of the storm.

The roses hit me like thoughts of a clock running on fuel but the future had the crystal ball in their hands of the moon before it all fell behind in time and through the glass that touched the mirror but only caught the moonlight before it sang through the songs of the story as you stayed into the dark through the night of almost never missing you as the words hit my heart so vivaciously.

https://amanpan.blog/2022/08/30/moonwashed-weekly-challenge-vivacious-august-30-2022/

ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶꪮꪜꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪑꪮꪮꪀ, ꪖડ ꪑꪊᥴꫝ ꪖડ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶꪮꪜꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ડ𝕥ꪖ𝕣ડ

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎.
ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ,
ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡɪɴɢs,
ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs,
ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴏɴʟʏ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ.
ꪗꪮꪊ ꪮꪀꪶꪗ ꫝꪖᦔ ꫀꪜꫀ᥅ꪗ ᜣﺃꫀᥴꫀ ꪮᠻ ꫝꪮ᭙ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶꪮꪮᛕꫀᦔ, ꪻꪮ ꪻꫝꫀ ᥅ꫀᦓꪻ ꪮᠻ ꪻꫝꫀ ᭙ꪮ᥅ꪶᦔ,
ꫀꪜꫀꪀ ᥇ꫀᠻꪮ᥅ꫀ ꪻꫝꫀ ᠻﺃꪀꪖꪶ ᜣꪊɀɀꪶꫀ ᜣﺃꫀᥴꫀ ᥇ꫀᥴꪖꪑꫀ ꪻꫝꫀ, ᭙ꫝꪮꪶꫀ ᜣﺃᥴꪻꪊ᥅ꫀ ꪮᠻ ᭙ꫝꪖꪻ ᭙ꪖᦓ ꪮꪀᥴꫀ ꪶꪮᦓꪻ ꪻꪮ ꪀꪮ᭙, ᠻꪮꪊꪀᦔ ꪻꫝꫀ ꫝꫀꪖ᥅ꪻ ꪻꫝꪖꪻ ᭙ꪖᦓ ꪑﺃᦓᦓﺃꪀᧁ ꪗꪮꪊ ﺃꪀ ᦓꫀᥴ᥅-ꫀꪻ ᥇ꫀᠻꪮ᥅ꫀ ꪻꫝꫀ ᭙ꪮ᥅ᦔᦓ ᠻﺃꪀꪖꪶꪶꪗ ᠻꪮꪊꪀᦔ ꪻꫝꫀ ᥅ꫀᦓꪻ ꪮᠻ, ꪻꫝꫀ ꪑꫀꪖꪀﺃꪀᧁ ᥇ꫀꪻ᭙ꫀꫀꪀ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪻ᭙ꪮ ꪮᠻ ꪊᦓ.
Tolove as much as your hear-t only seemed to skip a beatasfast as the light could only tofind the petals to bloom into the roses of the love that never left the night of the unwaking stars of the night that only happens between you and I.
ʏօʊ ƈօʊʟɖ ռɛʋ︎ɛʀ ʟɛǟʋ︎ɛ ɮɛɦɨռɖ ȶɦɛ օռʟʏ ɢɨʀʟ աɦօ ֆȶօʟɛ ɦɨֆ ɦɛǟʀȶ ռօ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ ɦօա ɦǟʀɖ ȶɨʍɛ ʍǟʏ ɦǟʋ︎ɛ ȶʀɨɛɖ ȶօ ɮʀɛǟӄ ǟքǟʀȶ ȶɦɛ օռƈɛ ɦɛǟʀȶֆ ȶɦǟȶ ʟօʋ︎ɛɖ ɛǟƈɦ օȶɦɛʀ ʍօʀɛ ȶɦǟռ ȶɨʍɛ ƈօʊʟɖ ɦǟʋ︎ɛ ɛʋ︎ɛʀ ӄɛքȶ ȶɦɛʍ ǟքǟʀȶ ɮʊȶ օռʟʏ ʀɛǟƈɦɨռɢ ʄօʀ ȶɦɛ ֆȶǟʀֆ ǟʟʟօաɛɖ ȶɦɛ օʊȶֆɨɖɛ ʄʀօʍ ʟօօӄɨռɢ ɨռȶօ ȶɦɛ ʍɨʀʀօʀ ȶօ ʄɨռǟʟʟʏ ɛֆƈǟքɨռɢ ȶɦɛ աօʀʟɖ ȶօ ֆɛɛ ȶɦɛɨʀ ɖʀɛǟʍֆ ɨռ ȶɦɛ ɮʟɨռӄ օʄ աɦǟȶ օռƈɛ աǟֆ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ ȶɦǟȶ ƈǟʊɢɦȶ ʏօʊʀ ɛʍɮʀǟƈɛ ɨռ ȶɦɛ ֆʊռֆɦɨռɛ օʄ ȶɦɛ ֆքǟʀӄ.
𐊲𐌏𝖴 𐌂𐌏𝖴𐌋𐌓 ⵍ𐌄𐌖𐌄𐌓 𐌔𐌄𐌄 𐌕𐋏𐌄 ᱦ𐌏𐌓𐌋𐌃 𐌅𐌏𐌓 ᱦ𐋏𐌀𐌕 𐌆𐌕 𐌏ⵍ𐌂𐌄 ᱦ𐌀𐌔 𐌕𐌏 ᱦ𐋏𐌀𐌕 𐌆𐌕 𐌂𐌏𝖴𐌋𐌃 ⵍ𐌏ᱦ 𐌁𐌄 ,
𐌄𐌗𐌂𐌄𐌛𐌕 𐌕𐌏 𐌏ⵍ𐌋𐊲 𐌅𐌆ⵍ𐌃 𐌕𐋏𐌄 𐌁𐌄𐌕𐌕𐌄𐌓 𐋏𐌀𐌆𐌅 𐌏𐌅 𐌑𐌄, 𐌆ⵍ 𐌕𐋏𐌄 𐌃𐌓𐌄𐌀𐌑𐌔 𐌏𐌅 ᒐ𝖴𐌔𐌕 𐌏ⵍ𐌄 ⵍ𐌆ᘐ𐋏𐌕 𐌅𐌀𐌋𐌋 𐌏𐌅 𐌕𐋏𐌄 𐌑𐌏𐌏ⵍ.
ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ sᥲᥕ 𝗍һᥱ ᥒіgһ𝗍,
ᥲs ᑲᥱіᥒg ᑲᥣᥲᥒk ᥕі𝗍һ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥲ ᥴᥲᥒ᥎ᥲs,
ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥴᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲძძᥱძ s᥆mᥱ ⍴ᥲіᥒ𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱ mі᥊,
ᥲᥒძ ᑲᥱgᥲᥒ 𝗍᥆ ძrᥲᥕ 𝗍һᥱ mᥲs𝗍ᥱr⍴іᥱᥴᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ 𝗍һᥱ ⍴іᥴ𝗍ᥙrᥱ,
ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ𝗍ᥙᥲᥣᥣᥡ 𝖿᥆ᥙᥒძ 𝗍һᥱ іᥒsіძᥱ ᥆𝖿 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥱᥒsᥱs һіძძᥱᥒ ᥴ᥆ᥣ᥆rs,
𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥴ᥆ᥙᥣძ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ᥴᥲ⍴𝗍ᥙrᥱ 𝗍һᥱ ძrᥲᥕ ᥆𝖿 ᥆ᥒᥱ ⍴іᥴ𝗍ᥙrᥱ,
ᥲᥒძ і𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ 𝗍᥆᥆k ᥆ᥒᥱ ძrᥱᥲm 𝗍᥆ ⍴rіᥒ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥱ𝗍𝗍ᥱrs іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥴ᥆⍴ᥡ ᥆𝖿 sіᥣᥱᥒᥴᥱძ ᥕ᥆rძs.
꒒ꄲ꒦ꏂ ꇙ꓄ꄲꋪ꒐ꏂꇙ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꋊꏂ꒦ꏂꋪ ꉔꋬ꓄ꉔꁝ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꅐꄲꋪ꒯ꇙ,
ꋬꇙ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꋬꇙ ꓄ꁝꏂꌦ ꋊꏂ꒦ꏂꋪ ꊰꋬ꒒꒒,
ꃳꏂꊰꄲꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꊰ꒒ꄲꅐꏂꋪꇙ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꍌꋪꄲꅐ,
ꋬ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꅐ꒐꓄ꁝ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꉣꏂ꓄ꋬ꒒ꇙ ꄲꊰ ꒻꒤ꇙ꓄ ꄲꋊꏂ,
ꁝ꒐꒯꒯ꏂꋊ ꋊ꒐ꍌꁝ꓄.
꓅ꑛꍟ ꄘꋫ꒒꒒ ꆂꁹ꒒ꐟ ꏸꋫꐇꁍꑛ꓅ ꅏꑛꋫ꓅ ꅏꋫꌗ ꁒꂑꌗꌗꂑꁹꁍ,
ꃃꐇ꓅ ꁹꆂ꓅ ꓅ꑛꍟ ꄘꂑꁹꋫ꒒ ꌗ꓅ꆂꋪꐟ ꓅ꑛꋫ꓅ ꅏꋫꌗ ꁹꆂ ꒒ꆂꁹꁍꍟꋪ ꓅ꑛꍟ ꋫꏸ꓅ꐇꋫ꒒ ꋪꍟꋫ꒒ꂑ꓅ꐟ ꆂꄘ ꓅ꑛꍟ ꍟꁹꁕꂑꁹꁍ.
Ƭɦҽ ƒαƖƖ σղƖყ ʂαw ƭɦҽ ɱ︎ιʂʂιղɠ ƒαƈҽ ,
Ƭσ wɦαƭ wαʂ ɓҽɦιղԃ ƭɦҽ ɓɾσƙҽղ ɠƖαʂʂ,
Ơƒ ƭɦҽ ԃɾҽαɱ︎ʂ ɦҽƖԃ,
Ӏղ ƭɦҽ ɠƖαʂʂ ƭɦαƭ wαʂ ɦαƖƒ ƒʋƖƖ,
Ɓʋƭ ղσw ιʂ ƭɦҽ σղƖყ ɠƖαʂʂ σƒ ƭɦҽ σƈҽαղ,
Ƭɦαƭ ɱ︎αƙҽʂ ƭɦҽ ղιɠɦƭ ɱ︎σɾҽ ɱ︎αɠιƈαƖ,
Ƭɦαղ ʝʋʂƭ α ƭҽƖҽʂƈσρҽ σƒ ƭɦҽ ʂƭαɾʂ.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊t 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.

Love could only touch as bright as the stars, without loving more than the planets could reach as far as mars,
But through the world it only hit as far as the sun where the moon became the same back, to one.

Take it all Away

Take it all away

Never leave my love from the stars that brightened up the light from the story that caught you in my arms and the only dream you think of in real life of us as you imagine all of the possibilities and you never took any of it for granted you just loved me in life and in my dreams without ever questioning the ending of where life took us in the end of the story.

Take it all away

You always saw the last candle light of the roses pass by every single flower of the petals and from the voices that came from up above you only started becoming the last story of what it meant to be an us.

Take it all away

No matter what life brings us,

Nothing can break us apart,

Because you know that the dream is true,

All I ever wanted to do was to be with you,

Once the sun never rained,

As the autumn of the leaves,

Caught the moonlight skies,

As you dreamt of me everyday and night,

But capturing the stars that led me to the light,

Only sparkled like a light within my dreams of you and me.

Take it all away

Never let each hour see us as being apart,

But coming together,

No matter how far we came,

And led me into the light,

As we looked into the mirror,

And saw my reflection on and on,

Like a light switch in the dark.

Take it all away

From the night to the moment of dawn,

As the moonlight came from outside of the dark,

But coming to me hit me like a spark in my eyes of life.

Take it all away

Coming back to the life,

We always had dreamt of,

In our dreams where one day our hearts will meet,

And I do think about us everyday of the week.

Take it all away

From the moment we came into the presence one another,

Then we met we didn’t know each other quite yet,

Be we came to the conversation of us two and then we got to know each other.

Take it all away

Then bring it back to us,

Like a dream,

That was caught in the stars,

Where only you could see the real one of you and me.

Take it all away,

Like a butterfly with wings,

You had my heart and gave it to me,

And you only kept the dreams that wrote the stories entry.

Take it all away,

Ever far we stayed in and out,

Came the clouds of the light,

While we were both no longer,

Sleep and sound.

The earbuds of the book

The earbuds of the book, where you are so focused into every chapter just to see how the story will end, that you just begin to tune out the rest of the world without even forgetting your own inner dialogue. Where you rather read the words written down on the page than come to the realization that your life is a story, where you wish that you could take the place of the main character instead of living your own phase of reality. You took the words right out of my mouth once you invested yourself in every chapter, where the stories I had come across to write, have been from my heart without ever thinking twice, I may still at some moments in time experience a writers block of no words to say and that is being my stories don’t catch the words before I begin to write them, except for when I am thinking them out loud in my head. I may type in the words too fast before they flee my brain before I wrote them down, but sometimes the clouds in my brain draw a blank page. Where the earbuds in my heart are writing the exact same language of how to tell the time of the world.

You only spoke before you could turn off your music and zone out the world before you have to turn off your phone and then when your battery gets low your earbuds click off on the phone. But you wish you could keep them on longer but you know that within yourself before you could keep reading to the end of the story your earbuds are going to have to charge, I bet you wish that sometimes the earbuds were the book that wrote your heart.

I may seem like a book worm before the story ends,

So that I could have a chance to read when the story,

That resonates with my life,

Will end in reality or the present?

But, there is one chapter I haven’t gotten to read yet and that is what happens in the future of my dreams?

You may come to see everything but the other half of the story.

You could only reach as far as the cord,

That once connected you and the music,

But now you have a wireless Bluetooth,

That follows you around in your ears with one touch of a click,

Then you are fully connected,

And then you press play and allow the earbuds to become your music.

If you trade a life for another reality what would it be? Would it be where you could stop time? Or would it be where you make your heart your mind?

You may see life as reading every chapter until you could get to the end,

But I prefer reading the lines to see where the story of my life actually began the first time,

But it was just yesterday my story changed with a blink of an eye.

Before you even know the ocean feels the drop of the sea,

Before you could even touch the surface,

With just one flip of a switch and a dolphin kick.

The voices I heard when I first formed the words,
I looked over at the car door window,
And observed an open book,
Of earbuds,
Waiting to be finished,
Chapter by chapter,
Before the ending of the book.

The pumpkin, in the fall sun

The pumpkin, in the fall sun, climbing through the vines, as the night starts to seep in and the clouds are growing dark, and the moon has just begun to catch the spotlight.

The pumpkin, in the fall sun, chasing the leaves as they fall to the ground in every color whether orange or brown the sun touches the leaves until they crisp, but as they fall they begin to make a wish.

The pumpkin, in the fall sun, changes colors one by one, has many faces to fill in the spaces being carved of expressions, giving out the sweets or a trick or treat for a sweet tooth.

The petals that fell with midnight

The petals that fell with midnight, only came to look in your eyes, I loved you with all of my heart, even before you became my favorite color of blue, you touched my heart, I kissed you on the cheek, you loved my affection, and you only show me that you care with action, I knew from that first moment that I hugged you outside of school, and then you looked at me in the eyes, and I could feel from then on, you would never disappoint me in love.

You only cared about me, as much as you felt that you loved me, it was a star from the sky that kept falling down once you had looked into my eyes, I knew your heart was always going to be in the right place, from all of the other guys, it was just a pick and choose who I would end up to date, it was a more of who had my heart the most?

You always had an act for your touch, you could never see through my face, but I could feel through your touch of silent words, where you never had to give me flowers, because flowers only fell with the midnight like petals.

You fell with the moon,

I catered to you,

With the heart that grew so strong,

I knew you loved me,

With shyness and all,

Your hugs told it all,

That the story of words could never hear,

But you wrote inside of me the petals of my heart that captured the lines of the story.

You carry my heart,

For what it was true to be in your arms,

And your love was the answer to the action,

That you held within the truth,

Of the love I thought you had let go of,

But instead you asked me to stay,

And to love until the roses did us apart.

You never known,

What the future could hold,

But you loved me,

And that was all for me to know.

The picture was always worth a thousand words,

But actions of love,

Meant more to me,

Than just words that could write a thousand lines to me,

But even then a story was my favorite quote,

And in the dream the story of us was always told.

The night after midnight,

slowly started to slip in and fast asleep was the time on the clock for bed,

to wake up to you and start to dream,

where I still had questions,

but the story would have to wait until morning.

The roses were beautiful,

they fell through the night,

they came in petals,

as they passed each of the thorns by,

and then bloomed into flowers,

while love was only waiting for the next of the roses to fall with the midnight.

An open book of empty dreams

A pocket in the clouds

The clouds began to meet I only wondered the same thing as time went on and the hourglasses have run out I knew that time was the only keeper of all of the waves and he held my hand which was special to me because it held my heart of me. I may have found the change to be scary but I just don’t want everything to keep switching up and even though I have my life settled in my dreams, in real life I still draw those empty blanks incomplete. I am sure that you feel it too like something is missing and a song fell out of tune, but that only felt so cold until I could no longer feel the warmth behind your shoulders, as my embrace of you grew quieter I only then knew that my feelings for became stronger and the more wanted to keep you close the more it felt like a dream that was becoming a reality, I know I have been dealing with real-life situations and you have been dealing with certain things as well but I just have to know will our dreams ever fall into place or will we just remain an open book of empty dreams?

The life of the real became dull after the flowers

The flowers which only carried the petals of me came into my life without any hesitation, even when it felt like everything in my life had stopped with time, but the dreams kept my life alive, and that was when starting my own writers blog became the real dream, and now all that is left is to share my story. We may wonder why our dreams take so much time, I wonder the same question in my mind as well, one that I wish one day I had the answer to, and if I did I think, I would become more than an open book of empty dreams.

The more they started to feel real and not just a dream

The more my dreams started to feel real, it was almost like I could feel everything in my heart becoming what it was meant to always be, and nothing could ever break it apart from what I had believed. The more I started to manifest my life and start to create something worthwhile I found a story to keep me on my toes and write the words that seemed to be less spoken, but more of a life story. You wished more than anything to love someone more than just a secret, where everything in our minds became real almost like we were seeing everything with open eyes for the very first time. The dreams of us became real and more as we continued to think about the life that has become more than just a memory but a glimpse into the future that will always be more to the dreams of you and me.

The key to my heart

You found the key to my heart,

You unlocked the doors,

Before I could even open the gates,

As you broke down the walls,

You came into my dreams like a wave,

That brushed up against the clouds,

Where the sand of you took my hand,

Gestured me up and out of the water,

Where I came face to face with the night and the moonlight. 

A Rose to Love for

A rose that touched your heart,

Embodied your arm from up to down,

Came into the skin like ink,

As the needle brushed up and down,

The sleeves of your arm to the elbow of your wrist and down to the bottom of your chest,

You continued to love more than you could let go and instead you left me with the suspense of the embrace of your feeling down my breath,

As the petals never went away or stopped catching the thorns that were burned inside of the flames and only loved more than the petals could ever speak but as words would have it their love was more than just a story of an open book of empty dreams.

The Time You Loved The Rose Petals

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The time I loved you and I was thankful to have known you and I still miss those days I was your best friend and even though now our lives may still be taken in a new direction where we still don’t know where anything in our life is going but we still try to live our lives as best as we can even though I still do think about you from time to time and miss you for as long as I can sleep and dream about you at night but time was never an issue of mine to keep from loving you and rather me obsessing on what might have been I have been instead trying to focus on the future even though I don’t really have an idea of where anything is going but I am still navigating my path and my life which seems to be flipping the switch on me and pulling me in all kinds of different emotions while I continue trying to write my stories and even though growing up for me in my twenties has been what you can make it because that just seems to be the name of the game and I can’t seem to shake the feeling sometimes that my life has a different plan for me that I no longer understand and do hope by anyone who reads this story can also relate to all of the feelings I have been feeling even though it is still all new to me and I have sometimes no clue to what I am doing I often or lately have learned to write what I love and not what everyone else wants but it can be kind of hard when you yourself know what you what you want but no one can seem to get on the same page as you and it almost feels to me like a lost story of rose petals that are filling their tears with nothing but thorns and while everyone else may seem to get all of the butterflies I feel like I am in left field not knowing where to go or what button to push in order cross the street once the traffic light changes colors from yellow to red and then red to green but I hope instead of seeing the stop sign I can feel like I am going towards the end of the road with the walking signal even though I may not have an idea where I can go.

Part 1: A quarter after midnight

He called her, “beautiful”, and he listened to the moon,

Who gave him the confidence to talk to the mysterious woman, who was the rose petal of his dreams, and so she began with the words, “I wish you a goodnight moon”.

A quarter after 12, she found, the crescent moon, watching her speak, watching her sleep, as she fell through every night, between him and her dreams, while tomorrow may come early.

She will always sleep to remember,

Her ever after in a dream,

For she could never forget a sight,

Quite so mysterious and her beauty.

Pick me apart just like a locket,

Write me your dreams, I only want to

Here you write about your dreams,

And how much you loved the sound,

Of how the waves used to only,

Sing at night, and while everything,

Would become so full of silence,

And we both would sit there for hours,

In the end, just writing about all of,

The spaces of the night we both,

Could no longer pretend to hide,

So please remember, why you left,

And how it hurt to see you go,

But fast asleep you always did go,

As your dreams of us seemed,

So set in stone, almost like there,

Was no time to say no, there was,

Just another chapter, you wanted,

To write, and that seem to fall,

Different than wanting to give up,

The light that held your soul,

And loved your heart,

More than it could show,

But thinking fair,

Was always a first,

And without seeing,

The open reflection,

Of the closed door,

Mirror.

Part 2: You held my hand

You held my hand, and you never,

Let go, for face to face, was,

Better for you to show, but,

When you looked away I never,

Said anything I just let you,

Leave as if it was a phone,

More than behind a screen,

So what I wrote only spoke,

To the heart that only had the,

Art of the lockbox.

Part 3: The Pink Rose Of The Sky

The rose of the sky

was so simple and pink

it could blossom as more than

what human nature things

for beings are much more than human

but a welcoming of the sunset

when it hits the stars

or even when it seems to bloom

as a simple pink rose petal.

Love may have had its way with words

but where is the fun

if the thorns don’t hurt

you still see love as so perfect

but to me it was always imperfect

as for my past self, she knew a thing or two about impulse love where she would be drawn in like a magnet without any fear and then it would all feel like a dream and before she could know what was happening it would all spill out like tea when she wrote the words she used to think about.

It was a love that gave her courage too

but she always fought her way through her feelings of being broken too

and having a photograph taken of her picture where the lights, camera, action, and crew never spoke again about the spotlight of the script for they knew it was more than what they had seen on stage that captivated the eyes of her attention.

She stole the heart

that was the moon

but he gave her back her soul

once she was left alone

in the great big world, she was scared of losing herself but she had a gift she could never admit and that was of words she could only write from her head.

It all seemed to carry me out

from the inside of the outside

I only saw myself falling in

behind the pictures that never cleared

because the lens was a blur just like the night she could no longer capture and it seemed to be a battle getting from here to there but night had filled her with the possibility of trying to get to where she wanted to be because she knew the young her would want her to follow her destiny and even though HighSchool may have gotten some of it wrong it all seemed to be right in the end wherever life would seem to guide her and it was more than just a dream she wanted to reach but an end of a story she only ever wanted to live but it seemed so far to reach from that deep within.

Could you see the twinkle in her eyes

once she met the end to where she lies

and even the thorns of the roses couldn’t keep up with her because she had gone from the past and reached the future that she still brings back to herself almost like she had some unfinished business with herself and that included finding a way to understand the past and want to move on to the future and she has but it still felt like to her that life was more than just a dream and to achieve anything you had to believe that the impossible you may have dreamed could become real any day of the week.

Some days to her seemed so short

she could just spend hours watching the sky

until it finally turned blue

but that gave her the window of tired eyes

while she still struggled to fall fast asleep

after waking up after midnight to dream

and then the next day she only hoped for a change and it may make her wonder why these things continue to happen to her and how she could chase her dreams after it being so long to achieve almost anything but life had always brought her back and gave her a second chance and yes she may have not been ready back then to do the impossible for her dream but she still carried that young minded girl inside of her even though now being a different age never seemed to phase her because she only ever touched the love of the girl who still fighting her way through HighSchool and life in general.

She may not know when the end will give her a go but in times like this if there was one thing she had learned it was to have faith that even if her dreams did not work out now just knowing that someday they would be knocking at her doorstep and asking her to open it so they too could step foot inside and come in if only she would let them come in otherwise her dream would always feel like it was sitting in a cupboard without any sunlight to water the flowers that made her bloom into roses and from that time on it all would continue to feel surreal to the way she had always felt.

The only light that could have ever been shown to her is the one that fell like stars from the ceiling of the sky and then into the clouds that was her bedroom filled with the moonlight that drew everything into a white blanket that covered her sheets with the heart of the story that was yet to be read and held to her like candlelight and made her fall into the grass a little brighter than where the flames came after being swept up like sand after hours while watching the sunset on the ocean of the beach.

You called and picked up the phone that night

never even left a message as soon as it felt more than right past the starting line of the race even when night seemed to fall past the point of the day.

You formed a spark that could never even die out but before the butterflies could ever fly it only happened as soon as the wings could cross the sky and felt the arms of the one she loved being wrapped around her like flowers of the petals butterfly blue eyes of the moon and skylight.

You centered the light that never dimmed

but played a role in who the story began to fit as worlds may have become apart from the reality that pushed her life like the stars that fell into the cracks and made them dawn but still she listened to the beautiful butterfly song.

She only kept on writing hoping it would lead to the start of who she ever was before and the one she thought that she had left.

She was covered in the moon

she looked at her skin that was covered with the prism colors of the light from the sun and it made her feel the warmth that covered her from head to toe and as flowers began to bloom as much as the eyes of the roses began to look at her and how much her eyes learned to love the beauty that touched her more than just the face of the moon or the heat of the sun.

If you ever found the other part of the colors that continued to draw me in from out of the blue that could just touch me like the memories I used to have and the memories that keep me alive.

I only saw my reflection behind

the moon of the curtain

that kept my shadow in my eyes

and my dreams inside of the heart of the moon through the veil that covers the moon of you.

Each petal covered my face

and kept me covered from

being blind by the moon

before the veil could expose from the curves that was the other half of my heart.

She continued to stare at the moon

Without any visibility from behind

Just being lost in the moment

Where the woods seemed so quiet and lost without any thought but kept the page as a photograph in her diary and only kept the presence of her past self to the future in the photo of lost time but being kept to herself close inside of her heart.

Skipping stones of the fireflies came like a waterfall of bright lights where the flames hit me like a light bulb that burned bright inside of the rivers where the clouds were only midnight blue but the bridge crossed to the other side down a hidden path that never seemed to look back.

But only the night could seek out her eyes

Behind the waters that seemed to fly only

Like the sunshine of fireflies that melted her heart and loved her until the end of the night when the sky only came as bright as it could shine.

I thought I was only lost without you

Before I could find you and then you came back into my life in a dream and I wanted to hold you close ever since and never let the memory of you go but only to come back to the life between us that we used to live only to say goodbye again but I still kept you in my thoughts and on my mind every day I could keep the memory of you and me alive for I would never let another moment ever pass through time or through the night where words seemed to be the truth of the real story.

I thought I was only lost without you

But you kept me inside of the life

That only reflected the mirror

Of the dreamer that kept the secret behind the scenes of the story of her life.

Between you and me

It was always on my mind

That through our dreams we seemed to have

All of the time in the world.

The flower touched the water

Made the moon her skylight

Where the hourglass only sparked the time

And loved the rain as soon it was mine

But kept the secret as close to my heart

As the rose petals cut cut through the water of the raindrops.

The present tense and the past tense

I was seen being inside of my room just conquering my thoughts as scrolled through my phone of videos and it was seen that I was remembering the stories that reached inside of my heart rose petals but keeping all of my heart inside of my heartbeat to fly like a girl who used to have a dream but the butterfly only seemed to keep me higher than being off the ground but what kept me fighting through life and reality was knowing that he was fighting for the same dreams as me and even though we may be different in how we both pursued everything it makes us human that we were both able to even accomplish anything that we couldn’t figure out inside of a chapter in our storybooks anymore but somehow it seemed that all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and we became more than just a dream of lost souls.

But coming back to all of the things right before I even got to kiss you and right before I even got to get lost in the dream of trying to love you and make love to you for the first time but was the time I couldn’t even count but to me, it was always a moment I wanted to go back to and that was because it included you.

You may have made love to me

Like I was the only girl in the room

And the only person in the world that was ever in love with you in HighSchool and it may have been more than I could ever be but to me, it was that I could ever love from the past to the present tense of my life.

Falling like a heart

Coming back to love

Like a tick tick of a clock

Where loving you was

Never about just the time

But the moments I could spend with loving just you.

From being with you in all that I love of you

Was more than words could come from within but life was never without any end it was the thoughts of my heart that everything feels like a past to present tense.

Part 4: He Fell For Her In Every Moment

#WritcoStoryPrompt75

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the __________. Fill in the blank and create a story.

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the bus stop.

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the center of his dreams.

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the start of HighSchool.

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the end of the night.

He fell for her the moment he saw her at the broken road of his life.

Part 5: Flying Back To You

Walking on water, it felt like me, the girl who was younger without any doubt, and her mind became her heart that she followed and never wanted to be torn into two separate lives one of the past and one of the future, but as she roamed the waters, she felt the water beneath her feet, splashing in every direction she then realized, the ocean was her home of the white crystal, around her neck like a locket or a necklace, but it only showed between the two worlds, as she knew she would come to see herself again, and so she asked herself, what she should do with her life? Should she just fall into the waters and forget the surface? Or surf on the waves and continue her path on earth until she found a way to make it all real? The answer was only told by her memory, and the hour of her dreams, but her past self told her the only way you could ever find that answer on what to do with your life, is just by continuing to take every next step of your life that you can, it may not all seem to happen soon, but one day it will you just have to be ready to not give up and take it, and that will be why you are feeling like all you are doing is walking on water.

Flying back to you, the way I used to love you and I still do, and even though we both embrace each other’s company it only makes me feel like I am inside of a dream with you. I just want you to know that everything you are to me is true and I would never even think about leaving you. Even when those times I felt I was going to lose you I always knew that through any city or any town you would find your way back to me.

Part 6: The Moon of You

The moon seems to look brighter every time, I look at you, it almost feels like it is caressing my skin like the sky, and naming me blue, like the waters of the ocean, that made the sunshine at night, the full moon of my dreams.

Dear G,

I love you even if you still love me and I always will no matter what. Life may continue to treat the simplest things in our life as giant stepping stones that may take us so many rainy days to reach, but through time and dreams we have both seen the value of keeping each other together and I may think that you are afraid of losing the precious thing closest to you, that may seem like years since you had her back into your arms but the feeling you get whenever you miss someone is how I felt when it seemed like I was losing a missing piece to the part of my life that I wanted to keep and you feel the same way lets me know how much you care and love me more than words could ever say and I know it may feel like we are both falling into quicksand but our thoughts will always keep us above water and then touched the surface once the drowning into the ocean was over but now we found land and put our feet back on land to walk through life like we knew what to do when it seemed like it was all over for a moment in time.

Part 7: The Moon Girl

She loved the fall of her leaves, which touched her inner soul, like the moon, that could only keep her stories out of reach as long as the moon, knew where to keep her stories inside of her heart, and made them a tattoo of her fallen moonlight of scars.

Dear K,

I only knew what I could ever feel for you even when it seemed like I was always losing you and coming back from what felt like level one with you pained me more than you could have ever understood but I knew that through it all you did love me because when I looked at you I saw just how much you cared for me and just how much you wanted me to make you happy and even though there were some rough patches in the road of life between us we still both managed to get through it all and face everything by giving life our all and may have seemed like life was a maze we could not figure out how to get out of but you made the paths so clear that fixing those little things between us seemed more possible than ever because I knew that you wanted more than a friend in me too and that was when I started to fall for you too.

Part 8: Falling Down from the Moon

Falling stars, that come like ash, in pixie dust, of touching the hands, that held the love of you, while you are waiting down the sky as I fall from the moon, into your arms, you are there to catch me like an umbrella from the sky.

PS: The Letter I wrote to You,

You came like the moon what was it like being with you, you always seemed to write me letters every day that I was with you in my dreams, you closed the world from your chamber of secrets and hid behind your heart almost like you were stuck inside of the words of your diary and that all seemed to start with the letter you wrote to me and the letter I wrote to you.

Part 9: Dear My Letter I Wrote To You

The heart was painted with the embrace of you and me, but altogether it formed like clay in a statue of my heart, where you and me, would be stuck like glue, just me and you.

Dear My Letter To You,

You captured me like a fishing net, you almost made me a mermaid but I stuck in the moon, only having the eyes for you, as love was a mere possibility at the time and a reflection of who you are that was mine, but none of which was the case without your love, that made me fall in deep with you, almost like you carried me out of the water and I chose to feel safe as you made your arms know their place and how to keep me secure even when I felt like crying to hold my tears from falling down but as I chose to dive deeper into the net I became your safety net.

Part 10: From a mile away, the space is closing in

The space between us from across the room feels like a fire has burned me down in closed walls where the two of us forget our presence and choose to leave the open spaces but my heart wants what it wants and it draws me closer within your arms and the birds on my window take flight as I stare up back at the trees looking at who was when I met you and seeing how much happiness time has passed with just being with you.

Part 11: The butterfly of my dreams

The space between us from across the room feels like a fire has burned me down in closed walls where the two of us forget our presence and choose to leave the open spaces but my heart wants what it wants and it draws me closer within your arms and the birds on my window take flight as I stare up back at the trees looking at who was when I met you and seeing how much happiness time has passed with just being with you.

The space may not have escaped from miles but has warmed my heart even about a hundred times before the moon has gone blue.

Part 12: Butterfly fly away

The butterfly flies away, the Butterfly spread its wings, Butterfly sees the light and starts to dream, but love was only found between the hearts of the two at night, but life between them could not be further apart from the truth.

Butterfly fly away, couldn’t ask anyone to stay without flying away, I only just want to move past the stop sign after the light instead of being stuck in traffic trying to find mine out of the only place that doesn’t touch my heart anymore and being that dreams are so close but seem so faraway touch me on the ground until I could not feel my feet and it all came crashing down like a ton of bricks in different pieces of my memories, where everyone thought I was confused and maybe even mistaken my own identity for someone else and the part no longer seemed to fit the character because she was no longer chasing just a dream she was also chasing butterfly wings.

Part 13: Distance of Love

The only distance that kept chasing me was the one that I found staring at me from across the room it almost came like petals of overdrive where my mind was no longer in private it only seemed visible to more than one person and out of fear I chose to close the book and look back at everything it took to finally be me I only became my self in a few ways were words were another voice but my fingertips were so inspired by my thoughts that looking away was like I was seeing a whole different place from the universe that made my reality but love was the only thing left of you and me and having the space to navigate our ways touched me like a petal that was fallen from a flower and into the underwater. Where the sea was the crystal of my dreams that hit me ever so often as I have fallen but he held up his end of the bargain and made our love only a secret to the mystery of love. But keeping it all inside seemed to be next to impossible in my eyes but love has never disappointed us before it just kept everything real like it was always there inside of a story of words.

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