Where Stories Can Spark Their Magic

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.
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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

Posted on 30 Days Ago by Rockstar Girl

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