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Isabelle Jul 2016

Because every night
I stare at the glittering sky
constantly asking the moon and stars
about the possibility of us

And if the stars could speak
they would probably told me
to stop asking the same question
over and over again

And maybe, the moon
is also bored of watching me swoon,
me being a hopeless romantic,
delusional like a lunatic

Dream catchers on my window
Doodles of your name under my pillow
The same wish on every shooting star
I am willing, no matter how far

I could stay like this forever
Because illusions are way better
Better than the reality
That there will never be a possibility
Of you and me

I'll just admire you from afar, my love.
Isabelle Jul 2016
~
*I got you by love,
but I also lost you by love
The pros and cons.
  Jun 2016 Isabelle
Stephan


Her kiss

is my sunrise aglow the horizon,
apricot shimmering hue
Rose petal satin,
the sweet taste of nectar,
soft as the fresh morning dew

The warmth on my skin
while the hours are passing,
soothing each beat of my heart
Comforting me
as the long day is ending,
now as the sun does depart

Cool evening breezes
a’ whisper the branches,
signaling twilight is soon
Twinkling stars
shining bright in the heavens,
fueled by the light of the moon

My perfect dream
as I fall off to slumber,
closing my eyes for the night
Keeping me safe
beneath evening skies glowing,
holding me ever so tight

Every day
of my life I am living,
is filled with a wonderful bliss
Enchanted moments,
now and forever,
because of the love in

her kiss
I have never felt anything as wonderful as her kiss.
Isabelle Jun 2016
Dragons are on fire
Winter has finally come
War is to begin
Season 6 is just epic.. Gawd I can't contain my excitement!
Isabelle Jun 2016
Writing in between dusk and dawn
late night and early morning thoughts
all things I should have done
all things I should have said
ends up in a sheet of paper

Writing in between fantasy and reality
distinguishing facts from dreams
separating actual events from things that happened only in mind
drawing a line between possible and impossible
all ends up in a black ink

Writing in between, with an angel and a devil beside
they look at me saying
"decide which side to take, decide which bridge to burn"
it takes a lot of wisdom to choose
it takes a lot of understanding to do

Writing in between seconds and minutes
of how time takes things and how things takes time
of how time is sometimes too slow
and sometimes too fast
writing about how time has betrayed me

Writing in between good and evil
of what is angelic and sinister
of what is moral and immoral
of what is accepted and not
all written, but all don't matter

Writing in between life and death
still couldn't define what is living
still couldn't define what comes with death
writing in between inhales and exhales
grasping for words and air
So hard to make a stand
So hard to choose a side
So for now, writing in between glory and what bores me.

I don't know where it should go. Random thoughts of mine. Hope it make sense.
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