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Luna Pan Jan 2020
ing
days are ending
seasons are changing
hours are clocking
years are growing
and somehow i'm never healing
and somehow i still don't feel at home in life
Luna Pan Jan 2020
i think of you
i think of your kiss half cigarette, half peachy

i think of you
i think of your touch half soft like a cotton candy, half flowing like an ocean

i think of you
i think of your words half drunk, half heavenly
Luna Pan Jan 2020
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he was intelligent
but he was a damaged one

she was kind
but she was a complicated one

they were almost in love
but their story wasn't made for this life
Luna Pan Dec 2019
almost is the saddest word in the world
i was almost happy
he was almost made it
and you were almost loved me
Luna Pan Dec 2019
i enjoyed losing myself, always putting you first, because i know that the more i was further from myself i was getting more close to you
Luna Pan Dec 2019
4am
i want someone whom i can have deep conversations
i want someone who's gonna read poetry to me at 4am
i want someone who's poetic
i know it's hard to find someone like this but i don't want any less
Luna Pan Nov 2019
He loves to go out, partying and gets high with his friends
I love to stay inside, read a book and listen to old french
We are like black and white
But along all these reverses he still loves me
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