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When I ask for help
Who will come?
My head is filled with darkness
The fog is just too thick
Where am I now?
Nothing seems to click
The whispered voices
Of the thoughts I bear
Torment me to tears
Even then, no one cares
When I ask for help
Who will come?
No one has come
So now I am done
Oh how I long for you! Oh how I paint a picture of you over and over ! In my mind that no artist can truly depict cause your beauty is not skin deep!

So the word Something keeps popping up!

So I've sat and thought this one through, as we survive relationships (some being nothing short of horror stories lol) and recover somewhat stronger and move on, we tend to give little of our hearts away in no hurry ! However when we do give in and say that four letter word, LOVE, we then give far more of ourselves to this, from a far deeper understanding of it in truth!

So that four letter word that so many times we become petrified of that is so often just taken for granted, has now become SOMETHING !
Yes as much as I try hold back from the reality of my emotions, in no uncertain terms it can't be denied ! There is SOMETHING !

There needs to be something!
There has to be something!

Why SOMETHING ?

Cause you really are quite something ! Quite an artist at theft, for as hard as I've tried to hold back and not give in, I catch myself dreaming and realize the reason for my dream is You ! As much as I don't want to admit! And there you gone and stolen another piece of my heart!   Thief lol
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Valsa George
Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
      Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Where ever I am, I feel a pair of eyes
Fondly surveying and scanning me,
Speaking to me in silence
And keeps me awake in the night
I feel it all, I hear it all
Filling me with a sweet ache!

When night birds croon in the woods
And their mates answer the serenade,
When the moon begins her somnambulistic walk
And light beams percolate through pine needles,
When a hundred eyes open in the blue heights
To watch over the sleeping Earth,
When the whistle of a train is heard far away
And its music wanes into a monotonous drone,
When the rooster makes his first clarion call
Breaking the serene silence of the night,
When glow worms float in darkness
Like cruise ships over the sea,
When night gales shake the slender coniferous trees
And wind whistles among their leaves,
When sailing clouds blind the stars
And the night turns into an ebony shade,
When the opening Jasmine secretly exults
In her own exotic scent,

Sitting in my dimly lighted room
      I draft this message of love
      Pouring all my warmth into it
      Thus emptying my love laden heart
That blazes with the fire of love
And encode it in cryptic script
      To be mailed to you, my love!

Oh, it might take much time
Better it be a whispered endearment
Sent through this perfumed night breeze
That shall carry it from this end to that end

So kindly leave
your window open!
 May 2017 Luna Marie
wordvango
she reached down her hand
while looking me in the eye
touched me in places only the
greatest songs ever had

What is life I wondered with
George Harrison
and she never blinked
she heard it too

those beautiful eyes locked on mine
as I sang to myself
in my ****** voice
Stairway to Heaven!
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