MothAndMoon - Hello Poetry

Amid the laughter of children — their running feet, their radiant noise — you and I exchange a glance. The world keeps moving, yet time forgets itself — suspended between your eyes and mine. In that moment, nothing else exists. When I look at you — and you see me.

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Aug 16, 2025

Aug 16, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

M&N

Amid the laughter of children — their running feet, their radiant noise — you and I exchange a glance. The world keeps moving, yet time forgets itself — suspended between your eyes and mine. In that moment, nothing else exists. When I look at you — and you see me.

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She sits beside me — as if my name were air, a passing sound — forgotten. I turn my gaze away, pretending to watch the world, yet all the while — I watch her. In silence — I admire, the constellation of her skin, the little stars — her moles — scattered across her body, and the single one that rests upon her left cheek, like a secret blessing. She never knows — but my hands are trembling, my heart — unfastened, a captive to her nearness. I pretend — yet I am undone. For every glance I steal of her is a prayer I cannot speak aloud.

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Aug 16, 2025

Aug 16, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

Admire

She sits beside me — as if my name were air, a passing sound — forgotten. I turn my gaze away, pretending to watch the world, yet all the while — I watch her. In silence — I admire, the constellation of her skin, the little stars — her moles — scattered across her body, and the single one that rests upon her left cheek, like a secret blessing. She never knows — but my hands are trembling, my heart — unfastened, a captive to her nearness. I pretend — yet I am undone. For every glance I steal of her is a prayer I cannot speak aloud.

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I ache to kiss her — her lips, her back, to hold her close until the night forgets itself. To lose myself inside her eyes, to trace her hands as if they were the only map I need.

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Aug 16, 2025

Aug 16, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC

MothAndMoon

Kiss her

I ache to kiss her — her lips, her back, to hold her close until the night forgets itself. To lose myself inside her eyes, to trace her hands as if they were the only map I need.

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She wore — a shirt of Football — unthinking — in her grace — I lifted — and the Secret — stood waiting — in its place — A number — like a whisper — that called — my name in thread — the day — that I was given — yet ours — will go unread — For Signs — can bloom in Silence — and never bear their fruit — a prophecy — half-spoken — the heart must learn — to mute —

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 6:19 AM UTC

MothAndMoon

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She wore — a shirt of Football — unthinking — in her grace — I lifted — and the Secret — stood waiting — in its place — A number — like a whisper — that called — my name in thread — the day — that I was given — yet ours — will go unread — For Signs — can bloom in Silence — and never bear their fruit — a prophecy — half-spoken — the heart must learn — to mute —

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Tonight is the last night before a year swallows the distance between us. I’ve tried to hold my heart steady, but it learned her name too quickly — and now it beats in her direction without asking me first. She has taken more of me than many ever could — with a glance, with a laugh, with the quiet way she catches my eyes and doesn’t let go. I will miss her like I’ve known her forever, and when the days stretch long and empty, I will remember how she made me forget the rest of the world just by being in it.

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

Last night

Tonight is the last night before a year swallows the distance between us. I’ve tried to hold my heart steady, but it learned her name too quickly — and now it beats in her direction without asking me first. She has taken more of me than many ever could — with a glance, with a laugh, with the quiet way she catches my eyes and doesn’t let go. I will miss her like I’ve known her forever, and when the days stretch long and empty, I will remember how she made me forget the rest of the world just by being in it.

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I hate the way the air changes when she stands too close to someone else. How their hands dare to claim the space I dream of holding. Every laugh she shares with another mouth burns like salt on my skin. I want her — all of her, every breath, every hour, every secret. Not borrowed. Not shared. Mine.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

Jealous

I hate the way the air changes when she stands too close to someone else. How their hands dare to claim the space I dream of holding. Every laugh she shares with another mouth burns like salt on my skin. I want her — all of her, every breath, every hour, every secret. Not borrowed. Not shared. Mine.

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I don’t know what she has — but it pulls me in like the tide obeys the moon. Every glance is a spark against my skin, every word a knot in my breathing. I want it all with her — the mornings, the storms, the years I haven’t lived yet. When she walks into the room my hands forget themselves, my heart trips over its own steps, and I realize — I’m not just in love, I’m hers already.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

M

I don’t know what she has — but it pulls me in like the tide obeys the moon. Every glance is a spark against my skin, every word a knot in my breathing. I want it all with her — the mornings, the storms, the years I haven’t lived yet. When she walks into the room my hands forget themselves, my heart trips over its own steps, and I realize — I’m not just in love, I’m hers already.

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She walks into the sun and lets the world see — the curve, the light, the grace that her bikini frames like a secret half-revealed. Her body — a hymn carved by the gods, meant for worship, yet passing by as if it were nothing.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

She

She walks into the sun and lets the world see — the curve, the light, the grace that her bikini frames like a secret half-revealed. Her body — a hymn carved by the gods, meant for worship, yet passing by as if it were nothing.

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Every time she sees me her eyes catch fire and her tongue brushes her lips as if remembering an old taste. She says nothing, but the gesture pierces me, leaves me trembling as if she had spoken my name in the language of desire.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC

MothAndMoon

Her lips

Every time she sees me her eyes catch fire and her tongue brushes her lips as if remembering an old taste. She says nothing, but the gesture pierces me, leaves me trembling as if she had spoken my name in the language of desire.

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They built — a wall of Silence — and crowned it — with their creed — declaring Love — a trespass — no heart should dare to need — Your blue eyes — still betrayed you — they sought me — through the frost — but chains — of old obedience — declared our haven — lost — So I — remain the exile — cast out — though not by you — for Love — was never guilty — yet punished — all the same — too —

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Aug 12, 2025

Aug 12, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC

MothAndMoon

Blue eyes

They built — a wall of Silence — and crowned it — with their creed — declaring Love — a trespass — no heart should dare to need — Your blue eyes — still betrayed you — they sought me — through the frost — but chains — of old obedience — declared our haven — lost — So I — remain the exile — cast out — though not by you — for Love — was never guilty — yet punished — all the same — too —

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