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EYV
He gave meaning to the poems I had read over and over again.
Meaning to the songs that had often been stuck in my head.
I finally understood why people loved falling in love.
Why people would rather stay awake than dream.
He changed my view of how love ought to be and reminded me that I was worth so much more than I had ever been able to see.
To my Ecuadorean lover. This is my thank you note.
I liked us so much more when we are not worrying about what is going to happen tomorrow
I like the way it felt when you held my hand
My head against your chest
Hearing the sound of your beautiful heart beating
I have never felt so safe
Until you held me so tightly in your arms
I don't know what to do
God ****** I don't know what to say
I wish that you would follow your heart
and leave your mind in the dark
Because your mind will hold you back from something you need to experience
Honey you are so afraid
And sometimes fear is a good thing
But sometimes fear can hold you back from a good thing
I think us would be a good thing
You and I could be a great thing
But you have to let it be a great thing
I am so ready
But you are still not ready to let go
And try
I will wait
Because there is no one I would rather be with in this moment
No one I would rather have kiss my lips
It's only you
Right now it's only going to be you
Sienna Luna Jan 2016
as the lyrical string music plays
I can feel your arousal in me as it sways
burning so bright and hot like the sun
scorching each pathway
through the cold trees’ crisp dun
as your mouth opens
and I reach mine inside it
so soft and so warm
I attach my soul to it
and dive deep in the swarm
as the music lulls louder
giving no push
your hands brush my waistline
your ribs brush my bust
your nose bumps my faceline
and I blush
and I blush
rivulets of passion
muted and such
melody’s sharp sliver
of a sheer wanton clutch
after all that we’ve been through

I never oh never
thought I’d love you so much
I have a story to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
But this won’t begin
With your typical “Once upon a time”.
I have a story to tell
A story you want to hear on your bedtime.
This is a piece of letter
Of hearts and roses
From a simple girl
Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper
Her dreams and wishes;
Of burns and ashes.
And it goes like this…

“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things.

And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me.
        
Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching.

         And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones.

         Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate.

         These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing.
And you are synonymous to everything.”


This is the story I want to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
And the only lesson, my friend
That this scene of standing, and holding,
And jumping, and catching, and living
Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end,
But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters
Of perfect blends.
This is the plot of betting it all.
This is the story of The Greatest Fall.


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10:00pm
Loki Dec 2015
I was in the middle of my nonsense story.
When suddenly a name got me,
It starts with letter "P" ends with "A"
I thought it was just nothing,
But then, it turned out to be something
What caught my eyes is your beauty inside,
Heart warming smiles makes me stop and stare for a while.
I don't know what makes you so different,
You can even turn my noisiness into a deafening silence. This is not an exaggeration, I just couldn't describe my imagination.
When it comes to you my mind reaches its limitation. Feels like i'm having a delirium,
Even things in motion, comes to their point of
equilibrium.
You are filled with humility and kindness,
But i don't know why sometimes it is altered by sadness.
I hope this poem could give you a little happiness, Cause you are the one who cures my loneliness.
I'm totally overthinking as i wrote this poem, I couldn't say anything but you're simply amazing.
I wrote this poem for just one aim, I want you to know that you are worth more than anything.
My first poem.
if you were to love me
i would love you more
because you are the only goodness in this ****** up world
your are the only light in this fog i struggle to see through everyday
you are the reason i wake up in the morning
and the reason i don't sleep at night
you are in my dreams
and nightmares
you are the air i breath
and i breath the best air
while everyone else breaths in disease and pollution
i breath life
you are apart of me
an *****
better yet, my brain
without you i can not function properly
no, my heart
because without you i can not function at all
if you were to love me
i would love you more
Sienna Luna Dec 2015
Mention the somber
thread of life
linking us together.
Mention the spill of coffee grinds
plummeting on the sticky ground.
Mention the call of hope
being or freeing
a sort of melancholic sound.
Melanin or mulch,
today is a process showing too much.
The brush of time slows,
as predicament distracts from progress,
yet there is something nice between us
and it flowers like small purple
morning glories at dawn.
I try so hard to catch your eyes,
Those ones that remind me of the sky on a hot summers day.
I melt like a popsicle on the pavement when they look at me.
And your skin,
Such a light complexion that it reminds me of the comfort of a snow day.
You are mix of seasons.
But you see the warmth is only in your eyes,
And the words you speak.
When you smile ear to ear,
I can feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest,
For it wants to beat with yours.
But all your words are flecked with ice from your heart.
So as I get closer to you,
I am slowly freezing myself inside out.
And yet I cannot grasp why I don't compare.
Why am I not ever good enough?
Why don't you love me..?
~P.S.
Eugene Nov 2015
If I knock inside your heart, will you let me in?
If I fall to the ground, will you catch me?
If I let your ears listen to my heartbeat, will you care?
If I swear to love you forever, will you believe me?
If I kneel down in front of you, will you marry me?

Let me in.
Let me fall for you.
Let me take care of you.
Let me love you forever.
Let me be your husband...it's now or never.

I love you.
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