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On a starry night moonshines beautifully as equally as you're. Hone, you **** gorgeous when it comes to your sound, sweet and soothing one's heart. I'm sending this to you wish I could sing you a lullaby to comfort your sleep and angels to guard and guide your dreams path. Sweetest girl. G-nite honey.
annh Mar 17

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she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
‘That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life
in its mysterious, innate harmony.’
- Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
Eva Apr 2019
How much is your soul worth?

This is the question you decide to ask

As you gulp the Moonshine from the stranger's flask

You close your eyes and see your life in a flash

You sit on the cold, soiled concrete

Listening to the quietness that comes with defeat.

You hate yourself but point the finger

At everyone else, hoping your anguish won't linger.

You feign innocence and ignorance as if all the bad will disappear.

You use ***, drugs, and Moonshine to dry your tears

But on nights like this, the truth is hard to shake

So you stay out late and overuse yourself til you quake

Then the moon and the stars shine down on you

And you feel sorry for yourself as sorry people do.

Nothing is left inside of you; you're hollow

You're on your own, you're bent and spent; no direction to follow.

There's no point in asking how much your soul is worth

When clarity has come to you and the answer has already been unearthed.
Ray Dunn Mar 2019
Burnt tongues
Such a thirst

Too bright
I look up
Eyes burn
Too dark

When did I get here?

Cold drink
I see you
In the moonshine

I take another sip
We’ve all been drunk, we know that feeling haha
I sink...

I sink...

I drown
The soft glisten of the moon
Reflecting off my drowning pool
Speaks for us both;
A reflection of a reflection
So beautifully distraught
In an identity crisis of the century--
The moon looks in the mirror
And only sees the sun,
She has lost all dignity
That she kept so dear.
The ripples of my love and I
Slipping into the sea are no differnt.
She looks into me and sees me drown
And feels no differnt than I.
Tears stream down the face of the moon
And the rain trickles onto the sea.
Our bubbles are the memories
Slowly drifting from the mouth
Slipping away to the surface.
My love swims to the top to breath
Yet I am here, sitting at the bottom
Of the great blue sea,
Breathless from her sight,
Forged together by unfought tears
And the pressure of its depth.
I watch as you swim to the moon
And bathe in her forlorne light
Breathing, time and time again.
For I will watch all night long
And then go to sleep in the morn.
sol Oct 2018
Hello, Moon,
bright and blue.
Stars shine bright,
just for you.

Hello, Moonlight,
soft and kind,
to keep me company
this lonely night.

Hello, Moonshine,
bitter as sweet wine.
To the stars on my tongue,
I whisper of a dream
as I let sleep come.
Tori Sep 2018
His gaze is constant
as the moon shining
over me, yet welcoming
in its soft glow.
When all are present, this
light shines unnoticed,
but in the solitude of
the night I bask
in its radiance.
His soul is bright
though he is distant,
loving best from afar...
Ever so often, I feel
the touch of his gentle kiss
on my cheek,
and like a moth
I glide silently
through the night
under the protection of
his gaze.
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