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  May 2020 jess
Luna
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
jess May 2020
how do i unlearn you, love
your touch, your taste, your scent?

how do i unlearn your lips
your hair, your eyes, your laugh?

how do i unlearn your name
your thoughts, your heart, your love?

how do i unlearn your soul
which was intertwined with mine?

how do i unlearn you, love
when i don't want to unlearn?
i will love you for all of eternity
jess Dec 2015
Darling, when will you see that you have the world inside of you? You are made up of atoms and your breath is the smell after rain. The blood in your veins is the lava that flows from erupted volcanoes. Your smile is the sunrise when the world awakens and the sound of your laughter is the rustling of leaves. Your tears are raindrops that fall so gracefully onto the ground and into the sea and your rage causes earthquakes and tsunamis. You have constellations in your head and galaxies in your eyes and you share your deepest secrets with the moon when the world plunges into darkness. You have flowers in your hair and you talk about your passion with flames that burn so brightly in your eyes. Your soul is the calming, pastel hue of the sky, so beautiful and serene. There is nothing to fear, my dear, for you are the child of the universe.
jess Feb 2015
A flower grows
When love is present
With soft, beautiful petals
That flower is now wilting
Delicate petals curl and dry
The vibrant colours turn subtle
Its stem bends in melancholy
And its leaves turn from green to brown
A flower can only grow
When love is present
But for tonight
And more nights to come
Love will not be there
jess Dec 2013
She was a naive dreamer
and her head was filled with thoughts and dreams
that were impossible to the world.
But oh, she was just a little girl
lost in her head, lost in her own little world
where fairy tales and happy endings came true.
She hid from the world
from hatred and sorrow,
from angry men and the violence they brought.
She hid from everything.
She hid from reality.
She found peace and happiness only in one place.
Her mind.
So there she stayed and there she roamed
dreaming, with her head above the clouds
and her feet lifted off the ground.
But no one would tell her
that it was all an illusion
that it will never be real
no matter how much she wanted it to be.
She was a naive dreamer,
and no one wanted to break her fragile, little heart
by bringing her into a world
that was only one thing to her;
hell.
jess Nov 2013
Those brown eyes
hides the deepest secrets
and the fear for the future

Those brown eyes
hides the sadness
the painful memories
that no one would ever see

Those brown eyes
are by no doubt
the most beautiful eyes
I've ever seen

Those brown eyes
are what made me
fall in love

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