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2.2k · Nov 2018
Love Letter #2
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
Dear Lover:

I have longed for you, in many different ways. To hold you, to kiss you, to breathe your breath. All I’ve got are dreams of you,  when I want to dream with you.

I Desire your presence, your essence, your confidence, and hope you feel the same.

It’s been too long since ours lips last collapsed, and our hand entwined, but I still savor your lips on mine, and feel our hands becoming one.
2.1k · Nov 2018
Love Letter #1
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
Dear lover:

I never wished upon the stars for an everlasting story, but darling your smile was pure magic, it was freedom.
A connection so strong I could feel shivers through my spine.

My dear angel, I drifted onto you like a paper boat in stormy days.  
You made me burst in laughter, raging my emotions set ablaze.
Like a symphony,  your voice ecos in my head, and the embrace of our bodies the sweetest melody never heard.
How a blissful memoir have you come to be.
You will always be enough.  

Yours always ,
1.7k · Nov 2018
She
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
She
And there she was.
Fierce, fervent, eloquent.
Melting hearts with a single gaze.
Beautiful like moonlight, and a smile worth the sky.
Bright as the wildest dream, blissfully and captivating.
Strong  like a tree yet so delicate as a petal. She was unstoppable, she was happy.
He dreamt her, and she lived  As if there wasn't life the day after.
It was her, and she was his.
719 · Nov 2018
No one’s Fool
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
And hopefully, one day, her crimsons lips will be yours, but don’t get too comfortable. Women like her, belong to one one.
420 · Nov 2018
To be loved
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
Only imagine the pain, as it was all left to feel.
Gasping to the top of your lungs, just to be heard once.
Grasping, like it was the más time to be held.
Breathing, as if it was your last breath.

But above all, loving with every piece I you, because you want to be loved, like you have never been before.
374 · Nov 2018
Memoirs
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
A few moons have passed since then...long and cold nights.
 And when your memories come by knocking at my door, I let you in to savor you once more, so you can go quietly, without wreaking havoc inside of me. 
If I don’t, I will be tormented, and you might think I still keep you here deep inside.
Thruth  is, sometimes you come in and I can taste you, others, I don’t even notice that you have come.


D.C.M.F
337 · Nov 2018
Un-vow/ un-broken
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
It doesn't matter to me if all this is over. My love for you still intact.
It doesn't matter how much I still love you, or if you did loved me at all. I never intended to break my vows or break you, neither I thought you would. But life is deceiving and it will always find a way to scatter what it seems to be real.
You dragged me into your world and made me feel that eternal was not just a word but a reality. You made me feel love was real and had me leaving a dream, when in fact, you were just preparing me for the worst nightmare wake up, once you decided leaving. You took everything I was,  everything I had, except my body.
You stabbed my heart with your lies way before you were gone, and just pretended to heal the wounds on every kiss, but in every single one you only made them more profound.  You painted my whole body with your lips, and all of a sudden you just wanted to erased me like any other  painting.
I just want to un-vow my heart from all these broken promises. I keep scattering myself from this soul binding that keeps reminding me of our yesterdays,of all the times I torn, so you wouldn't break.
I could never un-vow my heart from this memories, but darling am not broken, just bent.
314 · Nov 2018
Ruins
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
Trapped, among the sharp- edges of tainted memories and sharttered mirrors. 
Broken, upon a stodgy shallow heart. 
Faded in a mist of tears and despair.   

Like leaves swept by the wind.  
Like waves hitting rocks.
Lost in the ruins of a heartbreak wrought.  
Losing grip beyond control.

For all I know, for all I could, losing my whole world when you stooped down and pulverized all my dream to ashes. Watching them fly away, to an unreachable place.

A journey without return, without cause, leaving me with no reasons for being.
Deiny Moretta Mar 2019
More night were needs to decipher the anthology his kisses would leave. More paths were needed to find a way out of the laberynth his caresses let traced in my body.

His eyes sparkled lights, while with the mere touch of his , I was running out of sighs.

I wasn’t his, he wasn’t mine .

Like waves to the open sea, like gust in a storm. It seemed like we belonged, but we would end up anywhere.
233 · Nov 2018
You’ll Remember me
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
You’ll remember me when I’m gone .When the sun no longer shines in your window and the moon cries at every dawn.
You’ll miss me, when you find yourself having a cup of coffee, and remember that you never liked it before.

You’ ll remember me when I’m gone .

When you realize that I was more than I should had, just for you. And beyond any perhaps, an always, was my shell.
You’ll remember me, whenever you think you’ve forgotten me, and find yourself thinking of me for no reason, and the pain is as strong as teeth tearing apart your soul.
You’ll miss me, and then you will understand that each darken path has an end, and that after every tear, a smile is always reborn. 

D.C.M.F
227 · Nov 2018
Open Heart
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
My heart was wide open to your love.
My soul was awakening to a new beginning.
I was starting to reach that level where you start to lose you fears to new feelings.
My hands were reaching to yours, holding you from afar.
My heart was wide open to you.
My soul was emerging from the dust.
I was starting to believe  in love once more.
My eyes were always in the look of your light.
My heart was wide open to your love.
My soul was awakening to a new beginning.
You made me feel loved like no one ever did.
My heart was wide open, and you buried it very deep, were is really hard to breathe.
200 · Nov 2018
Love me
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
Love me

Love  me, little by little, so love won't  be wasted.

Love me, a bit today, and a bit tomorrow, so love can last a little longer.

Love me, with your skin and your soul, with your lips and your throat.
For a bit in the morning, and a bit at dawn.

Love me, little by little, a bit now, and a bit then, close and from afar.

Love me, ephemeral but intensely, without looking back.

Love me, like those summer loves, with the strong gust of a hurricane, devastating but imminent.

Love me, a little bit for a while,
Or a little time for a bit longer.
But, love me.

D.C.M.F
188 · Nov 2018
Hitting Rock-bottom
Deiny Moretta Nov 2018
I hit rock-bottom, and I thought I could be found. I cried, and with every tear that came from my eyes, a part of me withered.

I was afraid to wake up, look in the mirror, and see a face that was not mine, with a nonexistent smile.

And I felt death, infinite times.
The air around me felt thin, so thin it was hard to breathe.
I dedicated myself to missing you in every song, in every poem, in every writing, in every thought, every sigh, in every insomnia, all the time.

And hit rock- bottom, again and again.
Looking to get out of the boredom and deadly anxiety that caused by  missing you. Looking for Muses in the eyelashes of a garden or the howls of the midnight blue lights to not think about you, not to wish you, not to call you.
Looking in some way to find rest and be me again ... and so, not to be so broken.
Rockbottom anxiety broken muse poetry poem sadness missing you writing

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