Through the keys

Transcending through the music 

Keeps me awake like I could dream 

But holding the chords the way I hold my melody 

And being grateful for being with you even though 

sometimes I may feel like I do not have a clue but you 

remind me what it was like falling in love with you like a 

story and even though I may be the player of the music 

now I know that I am transcending through the keys.

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Forbidden Was The Petals Of My Love Story

Forbidden was just a language

Where talking was forbidden and we still tried to search for each other by name

But forbidden talking played the game

Where you could not see the username

And I could not figure out yours

It was as if the forbidden love was common

And we could only speak behind the scenes

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Autumn Sweet sounds of October

Autumn what a sweet sound of the coming October that channelled every step until it became part

of her dreams and once the season of Autumn

laid down her wish in the moonlight there

was just one sound that caught her attention 

and that was the rhythm inside of her heart

that never lost a count of the beat, but where Autumn will find you so will the movement of

the rose petals piano keys that wrote the song one heart could only speak through the language that

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Book 2|YDKWIL: You Don’t Know Why I Love You

Chapter 1: YDKWIL: Just to kiss and tell the moon of the rose petals of me and you 

Kiss and Tell: YDKWIL

The love doesn’t begin to breathe through the morning of air and why you used to rain on me and why my heart continues to latch on the door where the water will break the waves and make the chance of loving me come by the rain and that is why you chose to freeze instead of loving the heart that comes with loving you and that is why you never chose to freeze.

The love of us was never explained by the worth of how you could come with loving the me

That came with loving you as if it was never just one sided dream. 

I saw the pictures of how loving you was never just complete because I never knew how you could not understand how much I started to love you and once it started to click in your mind you gathered all of the waters that came with the petals of your moon’s words of love. 

Kiss and Tell: Moons words of blank rose petals

Verse 1

The moons words of the blank rose petals that never counted the petals of every dream where you chose to treat the canvas like a song without any conviction as long as my heart beat of love where it carried the blood back to your veins and made the sounds of where you used to bleed by thorns and then you just started to undress the lace around your rose petals that treated like a portrait of family photos where you saw me for the first time at 6:13 

Chorus

At 6:13 you pulled me in 

Where the magnetic petals fell just like flowers of roses where each time you fell out of tune you loved the music more than what you could speak and after the covers of what your words of rose petals were under where the tracks played by the headphones never listened to the words of the outside light of the sheets where you just broke the silence of where the sheets could create a mask of flowers where each of your voices made the words into lovers after I had called the last night where we met at 6:13 before we went to bed 

Verse 2

The nights you never had to go through alone until you were met with whispers that outplayed all of the horrors where you heard screaming after they called all of the monsters from where the moon of the midnight where never give a fright but after you saw all of the fright that took place after the trick or treats at night then you quickly laid down on a bed of rose petals where it only took a matter of time before the rose petals caught the moon of where you went before the night you went blind after the dark that came after the night where you played all of the jack of the trades and made the cards of the hearts without the bow and arrows of roses that were red that twisted the fate of charades that were played and after the night you never had to go through those nights of us alone 

Chorus

You consigned with the signature of my heart where the hearts of us could only ever think of us where the nights of us became the same distant love that never switched it up but gave up the lock and key where my heart of you and I should be so don’t get my hopes up because I want to just be with the real you without just a hook you got me singing the same lyrics as the song you wrote of me and you that twisted the moon with just one look in my eyes except for the stories I got to write about you 

Bridge

The moons words of the blank rose petals that never counted the petals of every dream where you chose to treat the canvas like a song without any conviction as long as my heart beat of love where it carried the blood back to your veins and made the sounds of where you used to bleed by thorns and then you just started to undress the lace around your rose petals that treated like a portrait of family photos where you saw me for the first time at 6:13 

Chorus

At 6:13 you pulled me in 

Where the magnetic petals fell just like flowers of roses where each time you fell out of tune you loved the music more than what you could speak and after the covers of what your words of rose petals were under where the tracks played by the headphones never listened to the words of the outside light of the sheets where you just broke the silence of where the sheets could create a mask of flowers where each of your voices made the words into lovers after I had called the last night where we met at 6:13 before we went to bed. 

Chapter 2: Just to love and kiss and tell

Kiss and Tell: Just to love is like to kiss and tell

Verse 1

Just loving the heart of you seems to always catch my heartbeat as the emotions of mood ring changes once I am around the presence of you where I did wish of you once upon a time where loving you was no longer just a confined space of empty feelings but made a drawbridge of stones for me to walk on and then after you faced the heart you just caught the tears that came to fill my eyes and kiss me goodbye

Chorus

You never pushed past the dandelions of life where I wished for your love and kisses on my lips after the day I first met which was in the beginning of the year where you caught me by surprise that day after you became my once upon a time that day you fell for me and left as rose petals singing the raindrops of you away

Verse 2 

Loving the hearts just so they could kiss and tell of you was just after the day I blew the fuse and could not turn on the light bulb after writing the stories of loving you but it only kept my heart inside looking past the words that only started with just wanting one spark of the love of you and me of us

Chorus

Writing the words that never got to push me away after leaving 

The better half of you and me that never fell behind

And caught my breath as I fell through the days that never got away

And made the memories kiss you until it fell like glass of rose petals

As you never said it on the tip of your tongue

Bridge

Just loving the heart of you seems to always catch my heartbeat as the emotions of mood ring changes once I am around the presence of you where I did wish of you once upon a time where loving you was no longer just a confined space of empty feelings but made a drawbridge of stones for me to walk on and then after you faced the heart you just caught the tears that came to fill my eyes and kiss me goodbye

Chorus

You never pushed past the dandelions of life where I wished for your love and kisses on my lips after the day I first met which was in the beginning of the year where you caught me by surprise that day after you became my once upon a time that day you fell for me and left as rose petals singing the raindrops of you away. 

Chapter 3: The way I used to when I loved you

Kiss and Tell: The way I used to when I loved you 

Verse 1 

The way It felt to love you before I cried any tears and that was the last time I ever heard of you 

But before then and now was the time I started to pour my thoughts out about loving you 

And It was like the morning before that had started and I was looking back on how I felt for feeling about you

Pre-Chorus 

You shined as If the moon could just read your mind between the lines where I catched your heart that no longer spoke from just the outside of your heart but you came and looking at the pieces before the puzzle of the picture could drop and then after the magic of the stars came through with the universe you came away looking for what felt just like being hidden from mars 

Chorus

The same way I loved you for who you used to be 

To how I loved you now was what made feel complete and through the Inside I was looking past the outside of the sunshine that grazed your eyes from your heart body and soul to where that was almost a no show 

Verse 2 

You changed my heart like It was more than just the emotion of words that fell just like glass and never came apart where back from you It was like you came as glue of us too where It was just you and me never found another spot to break away from all of the hidden memories that spurred Into an hourglass of awakening

Pre-Chorus 

You shined as If the moon could just read your mind between the lines where I catched your heart that no longer spoke from just the outside of your heart but you came and looking at the pieces before the puzzle of the picture could drop and then after the magic of the stars came through with the universe you came away looking for what felt just like being hidden from mars 

Chorus 

The same way I loved you for who you used to be 

To how I loved you now was what made feel complete and through the Inside I was looking past the outside of the sunshine that grazed your eyes from your heart body and soul to where that was almost a no show 

Bridge 

The heart can only ever get closer as fast as It might break the heart that could never speak with just words but can only write the heart with the chapters of the stories that end Ip filling In the blank spaces as memories 

Chorus 

The same way I loved you for who you used to be 

To how I loved you now was what made feel complete and through the Inside I was looking past the outside of the sunshine that grazed your eyes from your heart body and soul to where that was almost a no show 

 

Chapter 4: Kiss and Tell: Coming Back to Us

Where the center of the snow began to fall

and without a sudden chill we both made snowflakes

out of the advent calendars of wishes where

the Christmas tree began to make a wish

as far as the dreams of where our hearts

could shine so bright as far as coming

back to us inside of the midnight dream.

Kiss and Tell: The Burning Moon

Where I could almost count the seconds before the world turned blue maybe one day I would

find you in my dreams that would lead me

to the moon of you before you could catch

me in my dreams.

Kiss and Tell: You’ve Got This Hold on Me

Verse 1

You’ve got this hold on me

you never wanted my heart away from the real you

where the lock of my heart was the key

that was where you found me

Pre-Chorus

You never let the memories of us

come to a close like a reading book of a story that could never seem to leave but that only

had a hold on me from where I could not speak

Chorus

You shined like the night from the sun of us that

could never wake up

and once you knew that your heart had

a hold on me

You never wanted to set me free

You just wanted to be forever close to

The one that could always find a way

To love me brighter than the day 

Verse 2

You had my dreams in the palm of your hands

where silence was the cover

and I was sure I missed the message

From the piano of the notes that seemed like

they were near deep as rose petals and

undercover

Pre-Chorus

You changed like the words of the love

story that never made it inside of the

lines that could hit inside of the rainfall

where after so many words they became

more steps to my dreams

Chorus

You sang the sharp end of the beat

as your heart was never just a track

sitting a repeat

Bridge

you fall for the after where the hourglass

would see the ending to the stories final

point of direction and then it all began just

like another dream

Chorus

I remembered the pieces of the puzzle it

took to put the picture of us back

and that is why coming back to us had

a hold on me just like one you promised

to keep with me.

Kiss and Tell: The High school Reunion

Seeing the past from coming back

like it was HighSchool all over again

and then the ending become a movie

inside of a song one I wish if I was there

I could sing because coming back was the

real me.

Kiss and Tell: Summer Nights

It was a summers night before I came to see

you again

and after talking like a girl who hasn’t seen

you in years I only ever began talking

to you like you were the summer nights

in my head.

Chapter 5: My Daily Doses 

Daily Dose of courage: Courage is the absence of fear

Courage is the absence of fear 

Where each time we are met with a situation we may not have all of the answers to we can still have the courage to make those unanswered questions become more than our fears and it may seem like our dreams are on hold for right now but that does not mean they won’t one day come true and as long as we do it all afraid there will be nothing to fear because courage is the absence of fear. 

Daily Dose of rose petals and my BlueMoon: The dreams of the rose petals made the love of each other between a BlueMoon and Rosyred 

You make the dreams a rose petal of different dreams where one second can turn longer into a minute where every moment treated me like blue where I was in love with the moon of you and you never left my thoughts you were always on my mind and in my dreams where you always were there to keep me safe and sound at night with you where I knew that I could wake up in my dreams and still be right next to the rose petals in love with you.

Chapter 6: The 12 before the 9 AM 

12 AM

You woke me up

I began to pick up the phone to answer your call but silence only began to ring as the signal towers 

have been going in and out with cell service and once I was able to get any bars

I slowly began to give in and want to call or text but I found that your name was lost in my contacts until I was ready to tell you about 

my day and then I began to dream of you 

and kiss your lips as if I never left the heart 

of you and you chased my thoughts as if 

they were an after hour thought that came across

me while I slept away in silence and while my anxiety may have thickened throughout the night 

into the day I knew that you were on my mind 

a lot and no matter what I did or who 

I thought about you were always the 

emotions I felt through the music even if you became just a daydream of music lyrics.

The day after midnight may nave started 

with just a dream but after awhile I only 

knew that it was the real feeling of love 

I felt only with you. After a while, the night may have called me out of my dreams at 12 AM.

1 AM

You just couldn’t stop thinking about all of the possibilities 

that you and I would get to meet someday and I know that you are still tempted to call me and see where 

the storm of Ian with hit after it makes it way through Florida and after all I only thought it would 

be a tropical storm not a category 4 hurricane.

The days began do keep me numbered to see if my dreams will perspire or is the night going to take over and then as time will fall it will feel like midnight after 1 AM. 

2 AM

The lights in my mind began to go in and out

Once the bulbs ran out of power and the sunlight 

in the sky had no plug because just like the brains as me that makes us think of each other they became powerless after the stars of 2AM.

З AM 

The thoughts continued to run in my mind before they could catch a break 

after running all night like train tracks 

which only started to power up at 3 AM.

4 AM

you climbed over the walls 

that painted the blue as skies 

and then it became 4 AM in nightfall. 

5 AM

You startled me with the morning 

that was not quite sunset yet

because the chords were hiding the sun behind the mountains where it took a long time to see the 

sun come out from behind the clouds of the rain and it was just an early sunrise at 5AM.

6 AM

You never lost the heart before it could fly with butterfly wings that carried their passion with 

Flight instead of words making them a passionate

Butterfly at 6 AM.

7 AM

The night may have drawn the two of us together 

without a drop of a hat and the cards to fold 

just like my heart and without a beat it only began with two souls in love.

The night may have given you my heart 

just so we could dream of each other 

but as the days became longer

I slowly got used to a dream life that 

was meant to happen with just you as you danced way with my heart that needed 

you closer than ever before now.

The dreams may have saw us as more but I was already 

wanting more even if it was after or at 7 AM.

8 AM 

you never liked to show up at school on time

so you tried to ride your bike with pedals 

of speed even though you loved the music 

more than the school work for class which 

has already started after the bell rang at

8 AM.

9 AM 

The class of the day was high school 

where in the comer of the front entrance 

I had class in the 400 Building where the upstairs had mathematics and the downstairs had science and theater but I always used 

to walk to class slowly without being detected even though I got dress coded once for the floral print cropped top and the jacket had 

to cover my skin where I also had a new accessory of wearing my School ID which 

was now the clip I wore on my clothes which read “A Good heart, But This Mouth” and 

then one day I was waiting for class which 

if I haven’t mentioned before was Marine Science and the teacher of the class was Mr. F but I only looked forward to seeing you before class which was on a B-Day or A-Day that started at 9 AM.

Chapter 7: The heart that was the thorns of one bite of rose petals 

One bite, One heart

it was midnight before the petal as ripped 

out just like thorns from a stem 

they became the blood of the heart 

I once had which was only taken by a 

breath but that was before midnight hit 

and then it was a One bite, One heart, One scorned thorn of rose petals.

One BlueMoon, One rose petal 

I thought I had you before midnight 

and I breathed in the rush of cold air 

where the fog began to spread in the midst 

of the moonlight where I thought my love 

would just start with one Blue Moon, One rose petal.

Could you kiss the heart, or the roses of Petals first?

where lips just began to touch and the 

love was collapsed by just one heartbeat

that threw the balance off sync where 

the sparks became the fire of flames 

that only took two hearts to make where 

Kisses of roses only felt like bliss that 

was until the question could you kiss the heart, or the roses of the petals first?

Cannot find you, but I can only feel the heart of you

where before the petals are able to complete the flower you have changed pages into 

a closed book chapter where the petals of 

us began to fall with the moon as soon as 

it turned a BlueMoon underneath the 

midnight where it only took me wanting 

to dream of the puzzle pieces I cannot 

find of you, but I can only feel the heart 

of you through the dreams of my closed 

doors of stories.

The heart that was the thorns of one bite of rose petals and BlueMoon 

where the heart was more than 

just a kiss and tell poetic dream 

there were more than odds stacked 

against us where it was a almost like 

everyone was playing their hearts 

with playing cards where in the end it 

was just the midnight of the heart that 

was the thorns of one bite of rose petals 

and BlueMoon and to you I was always 

the moon that sparked the love of the petals.

The last love letter, of the night 

The dark of the night 

with no one in sight of a mile 

we crossed the roads through the stars that 

made it into the sky where the moon 

was just the last love letter, of the night.

Before I gave my heart, you were the moon without rose petals 

without the petals you grew with the roses 

no telling when or how but time stopped 

like a clock where words became printed 

as the letters were being written and outside

of love never changed the fact it was given

before I gave my heart, and you were the 

moon of the night of petals and roses.

The moon of the night, of petals and roses Where light was just a fixated message 

of love and times were tough but we 

both dreamed of another life before we 

had to wake up and redo the same 

reality all over again times two but you 

were the moon of the night, of petals and 

roses.

The time it took, to wait in silence for your love 

The time it took, to wait in silence 

as soon as I found the one to always be 

the one that had the heart of you and me.

The love of us that was as wild as midnight rose petals

The love that was so wild 

felt just like midnight dreams of us

After a long while of having no numbers 

to exchange so that we could do the

catching up but after the nights of 

the love that became so wild there 

are no left teardrops of roses that lay 

as petals underneath the moonlight of 

my own mind even after I would dream 

of you one day at a time of this wild but 

dream filled crazy love story of two 

hearts that were just of you and me 

without any mistrust between you and me.

The morning I woke up after the BlueMoon 

You never once 

forgot my gaze 

as I looked at you 

through the stars 

were the dreams 

only touched the 

moonlight hour 

of rose petals 

accompanied me

While I went to sleep

and the morning I woke up after the BlueMoon.

Chapter 8: The heart that was turned into a promise ring of love letters and rose petals 

He called me after midnight 

He called me after midnight 

And he never said where he just called me to 

Go upstairs and when I got up to the second floor it was pitch black and the room I entered into without a key hoping to find you inside of the room but instead I found candles and a love letter signed for my rose petal of the BlueMoon midnight. 

A love letter signed for my rose petal of the BlueMoon midnight 

The love letter made the words I love you so clear 

I love you was a promise to me 

Where the ring could only symbol our history 

Where the heart of just you and me could never do justice without the heartbeat 

Where he only loved who he could be trusted with 

And even then it took him a long time to get it 

But once he found who he had truly loved there was almost no chance for anyone else

Because he had already found the girl who could make his heart beat 

And that was the rose petal of the BlueMoon midnight. 

When I became more than just his love letter of roses 

Where was he when I became his love letter and he was my heart of the raindrops that loved the song more than the sky at night where he threw his wishing petals at the sun praying for the moon to come out and take his hand passed the open sky of the heart that gave her the moon of him. 

Where the dreams of us only started at night 

You caught the hours you could have made as thoughts in my head 

But before you had a chance to speak 

I listened to the dreams that were sent as thoughts in the sky 

Where they acknowledged me with your memories of where I could feel your presence 

Just like all those years I saw you in HighSchool and in my dreams at night. 

Roses covered as notes on my thoughts on a piano 

Where the notes were my language 

But as the night came through the sky 

I saw the clouds that covered the moon at night 

Where it was no longer blue but it only became grey from the rain and you were still the roses covered as notes of my thoughts from the piano that day. 

No ordinary girl with butterfly wings 

I am

No ordinary sunshine that turns the sky blue 

But a girl who is more balanced with the sea 

Than the surface and you could see that I am 

Not just a normal ordinary girl with butterfly wings. 

No rose covered lies under the moon

You were the moon 

That I knew could never tell me any lies 

Even as a letter or rose petals 

That made the red into a flower 

Without any lips of love telling me any lies.

Someday

The days of our dreams 

Would one day become true 

And that would take time to make a wish come true 

But one day for us just turned into a someday. 

The tattoo of you 

The tattoo of you 

That came as a picture of a heart on my brain 

Was you and I on the first day 

Where my heart could not stop beating 

And then I turned to see your mixed signals 

Calling out to me 

With just a hug of affection 

That could reach my heart from the miles and miles I was away from you 

But once I got close to the heart of your chest 

I was comforted by your presence and that made me a tattoo of you on my brain.  

Sticking my nose inside of the sunshine 

Sticking my nose inside of the sunshine 

Where I looked at the sunflowers outside of my window 

and watched to see if the skies would change from grey to blue 

But it just seems like a forest of flowers inside of the gloom that sticks out the sunlight behind 

All of the clouds that could no longer look 

Just like a grey cloud to me.

Chapter 9: Sending Snaps, like a Red Rose

Send me snaps, like we are on Snapchat 

where a picture is worth a thousand words

of a memory on my phone where each snap

I capture the whole thing where it becomes a 

filter with a hidden message where once you open the door you will just unlock the rose

Petals.

You got me like a red rose 

where chemistry was never blind

because it was always on the BlueMoons time where dreams couldn’t pass the red rose 

that snapped her life like a filter of memories.

You got me like a love letter 

one that is being written with red ink a

and tied together like a bow 

where petals have never grown more than flowers 

but you got my heart on the beat asking 

for more than just a rose petal the given 

to me where if you want to fly like a 

butterfly just come and fly with their wings 

so that you can catch the red of roses. 

Catch the red of roses 

Catch the red of roses 

because we came to love 

in the midnight and in the daytime.

R.E.D.R.O.S.E.S.

R= really loved 

E= extremely fire 

D= daring to love

R= real

O= one of a kind 

S=sincere

E= extremely sensitive

Chapter 10: The unthinkable time before the ink of roses 

Seeing you from a ghost in a hidden direction

Guiding the direction to where you are 

Making me feel like a ghost looking around the streets wondering if you can snap a pic of me and find out my username but not exactly my location where it only took a look into the past to figure out the hidden story behind the name and everyone but you knows the name my red rose of moonlight. 

The red roses are never real until exposed with ink 

The red rose you had me exposed 

Unwashed ink flows through the words of what I am writing but thinking back to all of those summer days even before they became rainy days and now we are sitting at home thinking to ourselves how we can catch the rose petals from home.

Chapter 11: The Butterfly of broken glass mirrors 

The butterfly of the broken glass mirrors where time was just the two of us after a dark hall romance and seeing you in the HighSchool hourglass, where time was never confused of the obstacles that became within the freezing points of realizing I should say goodbye to the past and say thank you to you for the greatest moments of my life. You never shattered the glass from being half full but I actually never saw the aesthetic until I met the moon of you in the blue where I felt locked into a storybook of words. 

The butterfly of the broken glass mirrors only caught my reflection so fast that I could just dream of the winters day of the fall where I could just wish to love you and after overcoming so many scars I wished to leave behind and choose to live as more than the butterfly of the broken glass mirrors.

The butterfly of the broken glass mirrors make me think of the glass being more than half full and coming to the dreams where I never wanted to stay awake and just to sleep and dream of just seeing the stars that make us a song of you and me where I could just feel the kiss between the two of us where you could never go wrong with the dreams of us. 

The butterfly of the broken glass mirrors stuck in between the keys of loving the dreams more than just the reality of the storm but like a rainbow of butterfly wings that will always shine in the outside of the clouds where I could almost see the picture of you in the midst of us. 

The butterfly of the broken glass mirrors only saw the stars so close to the rainbows where you made the backseat rider where we passed through the flooded roads in the rain where I saw the bus stop of where we went that day except we drove separately that day and I was in the city of Hollywood where my mom and me drove and even though I was hoping to see you there I would not have wanted her to meet you and I hope that when we are eventually grown up we can have our own life without any distractions and finally just see each other where it is just you and me because to be honest I cannot stand living in the same rut anymore and I eventually want to move on and get my own place so that I will not have to deal with my moms overprotectiveness and her nonstop chatter that really pisses me off and I just wish I could get my driver’s license at twenty-one years old instead of waiting ten years to get my life together and getting a house given to me by my grandmother and my own car just so I could one day drive out of this town of Hollywood and Sweetwater where just like someone said even though we are so on edge can we just be kind to one another but it just seems like certain people not naming any names would rather stick the thorn in the rose and make the flower bleed until the puddles of rain turn bloody red just like my heart that cannot stand living in a dream that started in my head and living with a mother who would rather be protective and stay with me in my life and I hope that when October comes everyone will turn a new leaf and we will all stop having shades of red and learn to embrace the blue of the skies even though a hurricane may come it does not mean everyone can have a cold hearts of fire when there is no need for flames to come up higher I just wish we could have a different life than living together in the same state so far away and I can see why people no longer want to breathe in the same air anymore and a change of scenery just to see more than the rain of a sad holiday of blues but no matter what I will always look for the sunshine in the rain and no matter what I will always want the sunshine of my life to be you and even if I break a crack in my glass mirror I just hope to find the locket to the key that will unlock the reality of my dreams.

The broken glass of my butterfly 

Where it feels like the ending of the dream

Could not come much faster than with you and me

And I would not want to let go of the thorns that only feel like a bloody rose 

Of a bloody relative and the BlueMoon of the rose that you gave me in the world of my dreams that make me feel all of the kisses of my embrace on my body and keeping the tattoo of my heart on you that loves you and comes like more than a mirror of broken glass butterflies. 

So just make the windows of my curtains keep the stories of our love open that have the glass of my heart that can no longer be exposed where I almost walked back into the memory of HighSchool where I could have sworn I have attended before but it was too dark in the rain to tell if everything was the same as the midnight atmosphere of you and me.

Where the ink of the roses were exposed as soon as they hit the fast light of the words that never said any word underneath my breath where I could only feel my in-between heartbeat of you and my words that I only felt and never told but that I make as stories on Wattpad under a pen name so that my identity stays safe and even if I could make out the words underneath my wings but the butterflies have only caught the arrows of what I had only felt as blessings of blue and raindrops that have hit my rose petals where I could just touch the red of my flowers in the dark of the moon is where I felt for you and me. 

But nothing ever started with just chatter it was much more of a connection 

That started from here and now 

Until I could reach my heart here and after 

Where I just wanted to live a life of a forever 

That just felt like a happily ever after 

And as my words continue to be written 

I am still with love and heartbeats on my brain

Where as I thought of the possibilities that drew into the stories of where my heart could not only make chapters but touch the hearts of others which is a secret of stories I keep from my parent and you who has never gotten to read any of them except in my dreams.  

Chapter 12: The sunshine to my darkest days

The blue skies to the dark of the unknown night 

The thunderstorm was the brace of impact ready to shift as the storm moved the waves with the wind I slowly was anticipating the arrival of what was to come as panic ran through the town I slowly watch the screen that predicted what was to come it was as if the screen had become my very own crystal ball where thunderstorms were among the drops that filled the skies biggest gaps and throughout the earth it began to shrivel with fear but faith is what we needed to calm the waters that had brought us a thunderstorm of the tropics where everyone wanted to see the storm go and the clouds begin to turn blue and white where the grey was left with the storm to flee and say goodnight to the rain of what was to come of the darkness that filled the day and what was light now had gone away. 

Where we sing the sun and hope in prayer that are sunshine would not be taken away from us anytime soon as we could never dream of the light being gone from the darkness.

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My sunshine my lovely sunshine, please don’t take my sunshine away 

My sunshine, 

My lovely sunshine, 

Please don’t take my sunshine away, 

And after so long my lovely sunshine, 

I had waited for the day for you not to be taken away from me so please just come back to me my lovely sunshine, 

my lovely sunshine, 

please just come back to stay and don’t ever leave me so cold and grey, 

where the chills of the freezing cold are mixed with the cold air of day, 

My sunshine, 

My lovely sunshine, 

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Chapter 13: Waiting for you until It Is the right time 

Waiting for you before you get here past the storm and while I still sit by my phone while waiting for the rain and you continue to go out and see the world that could only be looked at through the crystal ball as far away but I still love having you close to me and wondering when you are going to contact me.

While continuing the search on snapchat for you I have continued to be met with deadends before finding the profile to match your picture and while I made my stories public on the internet for everyone one to see no one has gotten the memo to see the real me and my life story. 

The life we continued to build was not so much a broken mirror after all where the rain stopped and the clouds seem to have parted with the other parts of the coast where I only saw your name pop up like lights but I could see the name on the screen to tell if the picture that I thought was you was the one who was my best friend I was looking for. 

The moon of the wolf used to be the name I would call you 

Where your eyes in the filter made them blue 

And I was your rose petal looking for the BlueMoon

But the search of the web continued and I was still snapping away at photos with my camera hidden behind a filter which I know is your favorite effect of photographs and I know that you love to express your creativity as well as your love for me. 

The petals of the roses you have not found yet 

And I knew that you feel lost without me too 

But we just have to continue finding each other 

So that we are no longer blue in the eyes with lost rose petals. 

No longer blue in the eyes with lost rose petals of the night 

Where the thorns of red are no longer bleeding from my heart 

That only beats of red for you to love me 

And with all of the new changes in the nearing of October 

Where the autumn season has changed from left to right 

And we overcame the storm that was a category 3 and now a 4

Where it is moving up the map to another state where the floods of rain 

Have already made their way to the parts of Florida where I am now still stuck inside and seeing the clouds of the skies that were once blue at 6 a.m.  in the morning and I was just waking up to the see the sunrise that never came because the night to day was still waiting for the storm to pass throughout the day and while you are driving out in the roads after the storm had calmed down and went away just to do shopcart without any interruptions now that the storm has gone away you are still looking for the girl who has been blue in the eyes of the lost rose petals while looking at the filter of your photographs on my cell phone. 

The life has already hit us on a blank 

Where the pages were unknown to make a filter 

And the snapchat was the only place to maneuver 

But like a story that has not been posted 

I feel like the words are already half spoken 

Where lines are just a character’s role 

And we the script that has to learn all of the tips and tricks

And where you could make a beat faster than light 

Then why not say I want to be the blue of your sky tonight. 

The blue of your sky tonight 

Where the fallen roses are petals 

Of where my imagination will go 

And wherever stories take place of your heart 

It can only beat for a matter of seconds 

Where love is just another language between you and me

Without words where you could only tell me exactly how you feel in a dream 

Where the life of a memory still touches the heart of you that only knows the real and honest truth of me and you. 

The one and only truth of where we want to be 

While still inside of a dream 

I found myself inside of a reunion 

With you by my side and seeing where we will be

Is a story that I want to live and not just to be written. 

The place I am at with you gone 

Away from where I felt closer than just loving you from afar 

And taking you into my embrace with your arms around me 

Seems to keep me steady and grounded on my feet 

To where you are leading me down the lane for a dance 

And as we continue to sit in the same seat next to each other 

With the chemistry that feels so real 

And you sit with love in my heart 

And you catch my breath before you catch me

In your love that has never left or passed the chance 

From making an appearance in my dreams that have never sparked the flames of us 

That was higher up than any skyscraper of love. 

With all of the timing I felt like I needed space 

In order to find you in the time of today 

Where my heart only made its way to you 

Where love was a transition of events between me and you 

Where night was so clear without any rain or wind 

And we flew like butterflies in the sky with our wings to carry us like a dream 

Into the midnight of everything in between the stars of you and me. 

Chapter 14: The flowers that never wither

The flower that never withers as soon as I catch flight and wherever I may fly May my wings carry me throughout the night and seeing past the other side where the stars will meet me as soon as the night comes from above the real me. 

The flower that never withers quite like the storm where the rain falls like a storm but the clouds have opened the wind tunnel through the sprouts of the morning that runs through the sunrise and into the morning of where the secrets of the clouds may lie. 

The flowers that never withers have made a life of a garden where if I had a rose for every time I fell in love or had a crush I would need a bouquet of roses. 

The flowers that never withers are just the tip of the iceberg in love that makes the connection between two people a lot more meaningful than just a spoken word without any affection.

Chapter 15: Holding the rose petals In the palm of your hands 

You held me like a petal in the palm of your hands and as I was fighting the sickness that made my precious flower continue to wilt as I tried to change flowers just like we change rose petals but out of the blue is how I noticed you  throughout the pain of not seeing

you caught up with my mentality and made 

me who I was supposed to be where I 

kept all of my secrets of you hidden 

until I was able to find my way out 

of the petals that wanted the roses so 

badly where your love was so lost without  

me but as soon as the picture began

to pop up the filter of me was drawn out of emotions that never felt more 

tears than when I was so close to finding 

you but that I never loved someone as great

as you.

I never wanted to touch the moon 

so higher than before were my feet almost 

couldn’t touch the ground and I couldn’t feel

my soul anymore for now it was a ghost who loved you and cared deeply for you where 

the petals could not make out your name 

but I knew every word as soon as it hit

my heart with your words and just like 

the vines that are built like steps for me 

to carry my weight on I only wanted to 

reach the moon of the petals that gave me you. You never wanted to show your face on camera but you lived behind a filter of your emotions 

whereas mine carry me just like petals where 

if I break off one from the stem it would have already fallen with the glass that made me 

never want to stop putting them back together to make what was lost and witted back into a flower of roses where the petals 

stuck to the moon like glue or like me and

you.

The words only made my stories about 

me until I wished you would write me and 

follow me on Snapchat because as luck would have it I am still trying to find you.

The silence was only your voice as coming

together never made much of a choice as 

the roses were never just black and red 

but there was a love hidden deep within 

every part of the soul that loved me as soon 

as I loved the moon in my presence of 

the night where everything continued to 

fall like rose petals on the ground.

You miss me as much as I miss you,

loving you apart was never an easy task, 

but we both made the impossible

possible anyway, 

and as much as the ground would quake we,

both loved each other

from afar anyway.

I loved you as blue as the moon, 

where anyway,

was where I was going to find you, 

where words became almost invisible 

as they left my pen of ink, 

but only the feeling of loving you, 

was what I wanted to believe, 

where night was not just night, 

but it was the falling in our eyes, 

that made the moon dream of the rose

petals of you.

Chapter 16: The night of the moon was never just a reference written to find the rose petals of you 

The night was never just a slow reference to your heart where whatever comes what may be in your heart that makes the dreams of us true. 

The night often like to show you the cold shoulder but with your words it gave a smile to the moon that was only staring into the dark night of the clouds making the center of the observation a witness to the dreams from the corner of his eyes to looking into saving the night and as much as possible it was the moon of the nights greatest wish to find the rose petals of the midnight. 

The night often let in the sunlight where words between the rose petal and the moon where exchanged but the half of the heart never said what the other one was thinking it was almost as if you had to their mind to know the truth behind his blue eyes of rose petals.

The night often carried the ground at the feet of where we both walked into the puddles where raindrops had came there before and have now made their way to the ground of water drops where the rain had not been washed away from the sun.

Chapter 17: The autumn skies of the season 

Autumn in the grey skies unknown where black and blue was the sky where challenges only hit in the inside of the night where clouds makeshift the stars and the full moon was as bright as the color of your eyes where I still sat next you and you sat next to me where in my embrace you had me in your arms where one second felt just like more than a minute where I would look and not be so confused with you by my side and keeping heart above water so that I would not drown inside of the raindrops where the clouds made my watery eyes filled with no tears where words became my day of night and your songs of my love were the only sparkle of the true day of night and after the night where we kissed at the reunion which has not came about yet and once I get better from now feeling every well with my fever I hope to see you again in the near future where the night never fell away as we fell fast asleep through the morning to the day where before we just got caught up in the night of the rain where the day was just like a dream. 

The autumn before I got to live and then came back into the sky like fallen leaves where the earth only made the light fly through the clouds of the day and the night before we came back to stay with each other in the near future. 

The autumn skies 

Fell like different color of leaves 

Where the brown was orange 

And the leaves were the crispy air 

And as the sun felt like day it only came and started back again today. 

The autumn was up north 

Where the skies were sometimes blue 

And other days seemed like grey 

But the clouds peaked from the sunshine 

And made the light a rainbow in the dark skies 

Where other times autumn would hit just like a light bulb of the moonlight. 

The autumn skies 

Made the world a completely different place 

Where the love of two hearts was never just a missing piece of the night 

But in the sky there was always blue in your eyes of the night.

Autumn in the grey skies of the sunset night where tears fell down my face from the words that shattered me like glass of stone everyone that I knew was safe and sound and at home no one ever saw the girl with the red bow come into the autumn skies of the sunset night. 

Autumn in the grey skies of the sunset night 

Trying to someone so different than the person I was before and as I passed by the roads where all of the busy streets of the night where exposed and I never liked to travel to the town I had moved from once upon a time and while the words stuck to my heart like my brain that never wanted to catch my breath before the rain where it never started because the clouds were only growing darker because of the sunset that everyone one of the night had come to know. 

Everyone came back to the night where I missed you as tears fell down from my face and I just wanted one day where I had got to see you again and maybe you would be the one to understand my emotions and not get frustrated with me because of your emotions and I just hope that one day we will have that time together without any there to see how much we care for each other and just know that even though I am not there I will always love and cry tears for when I am not with you but I will always dream of you so close and dear like the rose petals of the autumn grey skies of the sunset night. 

Chapter 18: Once Upon a Time: The Rose Petal and BlueMoon Love Story 

Once upon a time, there was a red flower who had petals for eyes and mood ring that changed colors with her eyes and a lock of hair that spoke with love where every petal whether sadness or joy would come out of her mood ring where a disguise of emotions felt like nothing but she met this one guy and they fell in love in the waters of the night where she swam into the tears of her heart where the petals of her flowers made her a wish upon a dream where she saw herself with a BlueMoon and a lock for a key where once she opened that door her destiny would be waiting on the other side and while she was dressed in a silky red dress she knew that once she opened those doors her crystal heart for a petal where one could never remember the name that was quite so fond of the love story between a rose petal for eyes and flower of raindrops for the moon was as blue as the midnight sky where he as well could never turn a blind eye for he loved her for the way he used to look at her and it had nothing to do with the love story he already knew but the words that had spoken of the love to the journey it took for the love story to be written and not a tale in the world could ever replace the heart that they both felt for each other but there was nothing that was ever not more than a dream where the story was written of one true love of the rose petals of the moon between him and me for that was the love story that was never forgotten or could ever be replaced with just one heart. So all you ever had to do was just love me for me and I would love you for you just as well as the petals of my flowers in the garden would continue to fall for you like stems of roses. You will never see the moon the way I do, you will never see the rose petals the way I do, you will never know the true story the way I do, you will never forget the truth of the love the way I do, and you will never be more remembered than the time the rose petals and the moon first dreamed of each other as once upon a love story of red roses and BlueMoons.

Once upon a time there was a heartbeat between the two lights where some was a rose petal of the night while the other one was still the sky of the moonlight where each time they both looked into each other eyes they felt a connection that no one could see and to imagine the blue of the night was like the rose petals of the sky where you had your life in the palm of your hands where nothing could hold you back not even the night where you had loved me more than just a love story. 

Chapter 19: Once Upon a Dream, where there was a you and me, and a dream

You have a choice and the time to make it is now where you can see the dream become a reality and no matter the obstacles there is still time to find out more about the girl who in your dreams wants a life of more where without you seems like a once upon a dream. 

Once upon a dream, there was you and me and the day we met we were both young and still at the start of HighSchool trying to figure things out and as we were navigating through our years of HighSchool we both find ways for both of us to stick together even though we had our fair share of ups and downs and we both did not talk to each other for an entire year but we both ended up coming back together and I was able to give you one more chance to make it right and not to disrespect me ever again but to make our friendship better again and en ever lose contact with each other even though we both could not exchange numbers at the end and now we are both trying to contact each other again.

The once upon a time, where one day we will find each other and in that future may we always love and never forget the memories we once had in the years of HighSchool.

The once upon a time, we never once lost a memory and we always managed to keep our dreams alive and we still are in wait to find one another and I hope that one day we will find each other and never give up. 

The once upon a time, we drove by our dreams and found the night within our sunset where the stars of the sky finally came out with the moon of our dreams.

Chapter 20: The broken wings 

You have been one to heal my broken wings, 

Of where time was a ghost, 

I had loved you the very most, 

Where silence was a year, 

We spoke of no words, 

And together we wish to, 

Have found one another, 

And never to leave my 

Heart away from you again.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roses that painted me like a dream

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter 3: The words we only wrote as letters

Midnight,

Crossed the lines,

Where it was love at first sight,

Picking up the heart like it was glass pieces,

And putting the glue back together before

The strings that stitched the heart back

Together came loose.

Blue,

I saw within your eyes,

Where love was the first look of you,

Without hiding in disguise,

And with all of the dreams,

You were the rose petals,

That always loved me,

And before it all became a story,

You were the chapter that fell

More than just words,

And made the flowers,

Like a tattoo on my heart,

Where in red ink was the

Art of the letters,

That only came,

As signed ink,

Of roses.

Rosyred,

Love with all of my heart,

Could never utter a word,

But that did not stop her,

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

Even if that sentence was in writing,

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

Moon,

where we come to see,

what has been the most quiet,

has never failed to keep away,

the secrets that hand come from behind,

without a second thought the lights from the streets,

never switched off,

for the spotlight could always reach the,

moonlight and where night heard of whispers,

and secrets of love where stories had written,

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

and seeing all of the night sky where,

words fell through night as more than just,

the twinkle light of the stars.

K,

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

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

G,

we shifted into thin air where I came to HighSchool

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

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

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

the last time

She and I were going to get to meet.

 

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

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

BlueMoon,

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

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

Rosyred,

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

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

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

BlueMoon,

It feels like the light

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

Rosyred,

You fill the colors

like a painting glass of words

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

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

Blue Moon,

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

Rosyred,

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

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

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

 

 

Chapter 5: Kiss and Tell: The Story of Roses

Roses on Roses could never just tell a tale but

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like the Moon, the stars come out at night

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

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

where just one word there is just one click

Of a flashlight that sparks the love of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dream.

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

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

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

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

 

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

Kiss and Tell: Lights off

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

Kiss and Tell: Letting the Petals roam past the Wind

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

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

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

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

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

Kiss and Tell: The Look of Fall

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

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

The look of fall, came like the autumn,

of the breeze, that wanted more,

than just the shining of the leaves.

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

Kiss and Tell: The Secrets beyond the quieted surface

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 10: Kiss and Tell: The More of You

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

Chapter 11: Kiss and Tell: The Lost Rose Petal

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

Chapter 12: Kiss and Tell: The Wish

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

Chapter 13: Kiss and Tell: Theatrics

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

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

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

If all you have cried of me was words

Why did you leave me

Why did you leave me

Why not be the man you want to be with me

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

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

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

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

Kiss and Tell: The Story of HighSchool

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

 

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: I will never kiss and tell

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

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: Don’t Look Away From the

Open Book Pages

You never wanted to look away from what 

I was writing inside the pages of the

story where you almost thought the pages

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

the love was with you now.

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: Laying in silence with rose petals 

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

but it was a way for you to no longer

be pretending before you closed the 

diary of rose petals and love stories. 

 

 

 

 

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

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

Songs were lessons that became lyrics 

where love was just an emotion 

that never was forgotten to be felt

at least by that night you caught my spark 

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

on the same story as the pages of us made 

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

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: More than the Moon of Rose Petals 

You made the world believe that you were in

love but you caught the stars the same way 

you fell through the heart that you gave as 

a rose petal to the moon of you and without 

making the start of just a click of a button 

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

 

 

Chapter 20: Kiss and Tell: Wrong Number

Kiss and Tell: Wrong Number 

You rang the phone

I picked up the call and answered 

but there was no one else on the other 

end of the line and there was just silence 

must have been just a wrong number. 

 

 

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

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

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

and wants to write a story or just a 

diary entry where each line is another 

thought between the lines.

You really know how to pull my heartstrings

Until you couldn’t make me wall away 

and you could never kiss and tell about 

the one you love until you could love 

them again someday and never walk away 

from the one I called my one and true

love.

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: The Magic of Just Looking Up 

The magic of just looking up 

and then you found the star of me

underneath the sky where you could

feel my heart underneath the moon

before just looking up and seeing 

you inside of the sky.

 

 

Chapter 23: Kiss and Tell: Loving facing the Music

Kiss and Tell: Loving facing the Music

Loving the music of the song like they 

are lyrics to the stories you have 

written.

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

Kiss and Tell: A kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain I watch you think of me

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Chapter 26: Kiss and Tell: Cutting off heartstrings

Kiss and Tell: Cutting off the heartstrings

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

Raindrops that filled the night with rain

burnt stems that came out from the stones

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: The daydreams of rose petals

(verse 1)

The daydreams of rose petals

that make me feel all of you

but you catch me in the light

that through the dreams you are my only one

that I think of

and never explained where you wanted to meet

only in words you expressed the thoughts of you and I

in the daydreams of the city that never sleeps

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

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

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

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

(verse 2)

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

you could never just turn blind

you just ha to see the real me

like daydreams of rose petals

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

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

and sing like a butterfly with wings

that only charmed as rose petals of mystery

where the faded grounds came around and you saw my words

like they were a daydream of gravel grounds

(chorus)

you only caused me to find the light

as I did reach up to kiss you through the fire

where were the words that left you

did you leave them in the empty spaces of my head

or did you just take the bow and arrow instead

where was your heart once you left me for her

the one I thought of in my dreams

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

at least that is what you told me

but I never heard you say that loved me

and for you to treat writing like it is an art

makes you draw a picture of who you fell for

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

(bridge)

so why did you leave me for her

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

so please give me a sign

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

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

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

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

where every song of you became just a daydream

(verse 3)

The daydreams of rose petals

that make me feel all of you

but you catch me in the light

that through the dreams you are my only one

that I think of

and never explained where you wanted to meet

only in words you expressed the thoughts of you and I

in the daydreams of the city that never sleeps

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

Kiss and Tell: You drove up like a backseat rider

(verse 1)

you loved me on the drive up

then you hit the gas pedal

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

in front of the bus stop

and you almost got a ticket for running a stop sign

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

and you were the driver.

(chorus)

you made the lights seem more than just the stop signs

that hit the lights and then after two years later

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

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

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

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

(verse 2)

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

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

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

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

(chorus)

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

could catch the falling stars of your dreams

and then the rose petals made everything just a fantasy.

(bridge)

you almost changed the heart as if it was exposed from

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

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

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

(chorus)

you loved me on the drive up

then you hit the gas pedal

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

in front of the bus stop

and you almost got a ticket for running a stop sign

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

and you were the driver.

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Chapter 36: Kiss and Tell: Purple Hearts

Kiss and Tell: Purple Hearts

Purple Hearts

Lonely smiles

And in the day of the night

Where love catches the inside and out of the moonlight.

Purple Hearts

Their stories never cried a tear

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

Purple Hearts

You gained attraction

The same way that you fell for the magic

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

Purple Hearts

There was no way to tell

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

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

Kiss and Tell: The lonely nights without the raindrops 

verse 1

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

and then I saw that white picket fence

and the roses in the garden where I saw you

outside looking in and out

from the raindrops that cried like tears on the windshield

chorus

making the path seem greater than the night

that looked at me through the mirror

where that fast times became the fast night of my bedside

where you sang songs as feelings

and captured the lovers as a message

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

verse 2

you sang the songs of the night that loved your presence

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

it all began to rain like raindrops of water

chorus

The lonely nights while I sat in silence where

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

bridge

your eyes shined brighter than the freezing nights of the winter

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

and then you opened the lock and I unlocked your heart

chorus

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

and then I saw that white picket fence

and the roses in the garden where I saw you

outside looking in and out

from the raindrops that cried like tears on the windshield.

 

 

 

My Life Diary: Staring into the stories of my diaries

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

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

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

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

My Life Diary: The Night was my Petals

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

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

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

My Life Diary: The Raindrops

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

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

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