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Luna Jay Mar 2019
No one can put a number on my love-
Though many have tried.
No diamond rings or shiny things,
Could ever change my views,
Of how I feel and what I think and
How I dream of you.
Seasons change; cold wind and rain-
Flowers wilt and die.
Spring again, I blossom then;
And you are by my side.
Always you speak to me,
So elegant and true.
Always captivate me with your soul-
Radiating indigo hues.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
I stay drawn to you,
My cosmic lover.
Leave it to the moon and sun
To tango in time
Across the same divine
Starry nights and dreamsicle mornings
Only rarely stopping to greet
One another face to face.
And everyone watches.
A hello so strong,
Strangers in the street
Take to looking at the sky,
Cursing the clouds
When they get in our way
Of a splendid mid-morning
Or a swell midnight.
My moonlight…
It brings me back to you.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
I will always feel the same-
About you.
Everything changes; the places,
The arrangements…
But I will always feel the same-
About you.
Boys break my heart,
The world falls apart…
And I will always feel the same-
About you.
My health may be failing,
And my mind, derailing…
But I will always feel the same-
About you.
The same four corners
With no one to adorn her…
And she will always feel the same-
About you.
I still wonder if I cross your mind at all...
Luna Jay Mar 2019
A degree of change,
A degree you hang.
A degree they name-
It’s still a piece of paper.
A life you rearrange,
A plan you re-stage.
A relationship you disengage-
Can’t it wait until later?
A stress you carry,
A debt you marry.
A burden you bury-
Under the paper weight of books.
A dreamer made dreary,
A wanderer made weary.
A question or a theory-
Could they be the crooks?
okay colleges, but did you really have to waste all that paper to tell me ya don't want me? I got it. Not for everyone.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
The kids are dying.
Their Momma is crying.
And sellin’ her soul to hell
For lying.
Saying it’s okay,
Momma will find a way.
Knowing **** good and well she can’t
Find the pay.
Selling her body on the
Side of the street
Just so her babies will have
Something to eat.
Hanging her head in defeat.
This type of lifestyle is difficult.
She knows she can’t afford
These medical bills.
Can’t afford anymore
Anxiety pills.
A lifetime full
Of cheap thrills.
The looks from her babies
Were enough to ****…
When she told them that
Only the rich could afford good health.
Luna Jay Jan 2019
Indigo child
Hair flowin wild
I ask you to stay
And you disappear awhile.
Indigo lover
I don’t want to smother
I’ll stay away,
My heart breaks undercover.
Indigo go
I go solo
For a man who doesn’t want me
Frisky; I glow ***
Indigo mild
Your words are filed
In my head as I please.
Will I cross denial?
Indigo other
From another mother.
You make it hard to say
Do I love you only as a brother?
Indiglo bo
Loves me more, tho.
He loves to eat
And the love game is a low blow.
Luna Jay Jan 2019
Bruised- I think of you;
I feel abused by the misuse
Of your degrading words.
Used- I’m feeling blue;
The hues you paint with are absurd.
I’m a masterpiece of my very own-
No excuses needed from you.
A woman recently grown-
I’ve been born anew.
Your ******* no longer chains me,
You cannot rearrange me.
I’m feeling so free lately-
Now that I’ve called a truce.
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