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AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows.

This is why I am afraid;
You say that you love me too.
AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
For the first time in many months I wasn't afraid to admit that I walk this world alone...
And it felt great to be finally at ease with myself.
AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
it's times like these
I wish
I was silently
wrapped around
you. . .
AnnSura Moon Nov 2015
I always knew that love would come find me someday
but never did I know that it would be you who was headed my way
you caught me off guard and took me by surprise
but you simply captivated me, the same way you do when I look into your eyes

It's true that every good and perfect gift is from above
you were presented to me as a beautifully packaged gift full of humour, talent, intelligence, beauty and love
"it isn't finding the perfect person but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly"
we all have our flaws but when I view you through my eyes, perfection is all I see

From when you laugh to when you're upset, I still love the little things you do
especially hearing you laugh and seeing your nose wrinkle the same way mine does too
coming into this relationship has been hard at times but we've made it through
I know as long as we're on this journey together, there's nothing that we can't do.

Sometimes I wonder if what we have is too good to be true
too scared to get my heart broken and scared of the thought of losing you
but in the end, I trust in the author and perfected of what I believe
because what we ask for in Him, we in return shall receive

"Where your treasure is, your heart will be also" is how the saying goes
I may not know what tomorrow may bring, for God is the only one who knows
the one thing I do know is that you are my one and only
a treasure in my heart that I want to devote my whole life to completely

I know I don't need to prove my feelings to know they're true
because what I've known in my past, doesn't come close to the experience I've shared with you
I've had the experience of being in relationships before
however, this is the first time I've been truly happy... I couldn't ask for anything more
it's an honour to know that I am yours, as you are mine
and I trust God that He'll bring us together in His beautiful time

For now, I'll be waiting patiently for that day when we'll be together
that precious moment in time when I'll say, "it's you that I want to be with forever"
God made everything beautiful, precious and new
just as beautiful and precious as the day will be, when I look into your eyes and say, "I Love You"
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Dark and cold
New and old
There is no light,
And the bugs tend to bight.
We are not fun,
We hide from the sun.
We stalk the night,
Sending out fright.
From nine to five,
We dine on people’s lives.
Do not run, you cannot hide,
From our fast and powerful stride.
The flow of red,
Drips from the bed.
We can’t help but taste,
Using all our hast.
A wonderful smell,
That brought us from hell.
A bed and a box,
Without any locks.
The box is sealed,
Take a guess at what’s concealed
Is what shining real?
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Snarling, fangs shining, moonlight illuminating ferocious beasts,
limbs tangling, separating, lunging, caught within deadly battle.
Scarlet streams trickle from trees gouged like the bellies of their prey,
canine fiends bare their teeth, their growls like black thunder,
facing these soulless demons smeared with the blood of many.
Bodies drop with screams still rattling inside their rib cages,
demons devouring with rage that can never be quenched,
their hearts ripped from their chests, veins slit,
arteries torn mercilessly out of still warm flesh.
Creatures created from pure insanity that breed nothing but anger,
fear and despair, children's corpses torn apart, their skulls shattered.
Snapping of jaws still slimed with internal juices,
bits of raw flesh clinging to hair that shimmers under the blood red moon.
Hissing from the shadows, knotted into frenzied war,
animated corpses beside twisted bodies of wolves,
wounds gushing ruby tears, still pulsing organs shredded.
Flames rush from overturned fires,
shrieking forms, torches wavering through darkness.
Pale beings gather for the finale,
blood spatters across ground, staining everything within it's reach.
Only two are left, facing each other in the coming dawn.
Heaps of creatures litter this burned, bloodied ground, none alive.
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
The playground of the tragedy and comedy echoes through the mind of the preternatural ones,
bound for time to certain roles and certain lies
but Devil or Angel which ?
And the mask goes deeper.
The storm comes with her starving glory.
And neither man nor creature shall know the difference of the dark and the light,
the crimson in our frail reflection, takes us all but who will wear the mask ?
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