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Luna Aug 2015
I'm sorry. We were young and deeply in love, but our love was a secret i meant to keep. We were naive, and that's what tore us apart.

I'm sorry i left you alone without any explanation, but honey, you were my inspiration. Every time the sun broke out, your words were the one that left my mouth.

Our first kiss was also the last. It was a reminder on your cheek, and what i did made me go weak. It made my heart go warm, and i hoped i did my charm.

I don't know if you felt broken because of me, but baby, this is all that we could be. A painful reminder that we loved once, until the elders told me you're not the one.

I still remember your warm hugs, and the faint smell that your perfume hung. Your late night calls still make me smile, but you don't know how i would be sad after a while.

So my first love, i'm sorry for breaking your heart. But i want you to know that, with every ounce of my being, i loved you with all my heart.

Sincerely,
Me.
The funny thing is i still remember you but they said you already forgot
Luna Aug 2015
I
See
Beauty
In
Everyone
And in everything that they do

      And
      Flaws
      In the mirror
      And in everything that I do
Because i do everything wrong and my entire existence is a mess that needs to disappear
Luna Aug 2015
It's sad how people think they're loved
Only to found out they're played

It's sad how they think they found happiness
Only to be hurt later on

It's sad how they think it'll be better
Only to hear worse

It's sad how they think hope is an angel bringing light in the dark

When hope is a demon stealing light to bring darkness
Hope in every broken and tragic person
Luna Aug 2015
Oh, your beautiful glow shines
Upon us miserable men
On a journey where dreams are met

To my dismay, only few stop to admire your celestial light
And fewer tend to thank you for your bright eyes that serves as a beacon our hope with all their might

To them, you are the savior of the lost, an admiration to the poor, beautiful to many, and a ray of light to the broken and more

To me, you are the droplets of our tears that are shed for one or many in hopes of a better state.

To me, you are the pieces of our souls placed upon us to guide us in our tragic lives that we hate.
Luna Aug 2015
For the first time in months
I cried without a particular reason
The feeling of distraught just hit me
And left me a sobbing mess

The only comfort I had
Was the internet
And the people within
They told me it'll be alright

And as my tears reach my pillow
I told myself in a sure tone
" I won't be alright "
because I was already broken

With my other pieces
Voluntarily falling apart

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