i didn't want to paint i just wanted to be great at something so i unghosted my soul, told her to go pick 6 roses out of the garden of my love for the mountains & i pierced my nose w a silver needle that was so sharp i could hear your velvet voice again & it call came back to me in little waves of blue pain and sunflower energy on lined sheets of paper sort of like this one with an orange accent I had to find in Rome behind motorcycles & burnt coffee w out the bitter memory of sugar cookies, only the ones we ate on long weekends by the beach beside the ways in which the sun told us the stories of sunken ships & waves the moon wanted to create at 2:11am on the least windiest days. i didnt bring my brushes w me, but a skateboard and a glass house were enough for a disappearing act & 3 conversations w a wall and spray paint can

Lately I've been running.
Baby I saw this coming.
Please save me from myself

Dont hate me, I need your loving.
I'm breaking, I need your touches
to make me.
Whole again at last.

We gotta go a little faster.
I gotta try a lot harder.
This year has been a disaster
We can make it a whole lot farther.

Praying that you will take me
every place you're moving.
I wanna be by your side.

Grace me, with your eyes.
Baby, this is our life
it's changing.
Will you change with me?

MOON
Proud? No. Yes you are.
Think that you are the most beautiful
So you are there as  you are.
None can replace you.
You are the night dream girl
No men are not here
Without appreciate your beauty.
Who are you? Where are you from?
When look at you no other thoughts.
You are the unwritten epic and
Undrawn image giving name and
Fame too many legend poets
You are evergreen love to lovers.
Arise, fair moon waiting to see you
To  praise your beauty.
Also waiting to get thought of you my moon.
                                                         -LEISHGN RAJ

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i am not yours
you are not mine
we can never be together, enveloped in the soft warmth of each other.
you will never hear the music that sings me to sleep in place of you.
the serene morning lights will never shine on us as we slowly shift awake, still intertwined

You are the girl in the moon
You disappear at noon
And you come back soon
You are so beautiful
Far from the usual
And that's indisputable
My favorite time of the day
Is when you come out to play
At night you never stray
In the morning I wake up to you even though you're kind of faded
And just a tad bit jaded
And some mornings you're kind of degraded
I still think you're beautiful at all times
Even when I can't see you through the blurred lines
And through all of my twisted crimes
You're the girl in the moon

The moon got drunk

and missed the show

that starless saturday night

while I was freezing

on the park bench

circles of smoke

around my head

heaps of ashes

at my feet

writing a merry christmas

postcard to you