she dances in moonlight as she colors the crevices of the clouds in the velvet sky while the warm winds drift along with the stars she traces along with the constellations with the intention to not be erased her energy spreads throughout the hidden oasis among the secret gardens as they all become one she sings the song of eternity as they recognize her every sound the sway of the burgundy tree branches follow her every tune drifting along with the flowers that bloom her cries shift the powers of distant waters behind the moon bringing the light of the sun soon as the morning arises she vanishes running towards the sun leaving her spirit untouched.
burnt wood fills the air coasting along with the scent of applewood smoke with the lakes that flows off with the stream closer with the sun it seems my mind ponders while my imagination wanders as I become in tune with the sun and the moon thoughts sprout like a rose with the light it glows leaving it time for it to grow with the flowers below
show me the way to the pain inside your truth hidden behind the proof why must you disguise yourself leaving your pride on the line withering in unreasonable doubt while fearless and breathing yet and still purposely smiling hiding behind the brokenness of your soul waiting for the young sovereign to rise again wondering where to begin blinded by finding a way only to get lost again while fighting wars from within.
I didn't really know what to write today so I wrote this instead. Hopefully I can get back to writing again.
one day my heart fell across the ocean then it washed away and became one with the sea while the birds flew and joined each other in harmony my mind got lost there like the clouds underneath the ribbons of my feet they just disappeared i can't seem to find it but at least i'm still here.
we tend to lose control of what was once lost rekindling the passion that was never caught we end up getting drawn in that we forget what we once were every part and every trace we leave behind ends up becoming nonexistent and floating off with the flowers in the sea.
Once there was a tale, told by a pink sweater. The one you left in my car on our first date. The one you wore when our lips combined for the first time and i took it off your body. The one that scented with your perfume, my favourite scent. The one you wore when you fell asleep while watching movies in my apartment, and you snored softly and i thought it was the most angelic sound i’ve ever heard. The sweater told me all the stories when i was with you. Was, not am. Because now i’m here, but there’s no you around. I live my days backward.
To you who don’t even notice, Listen to me just this time. I have some words to you who sit in the corner without noticing me looking at you. Distance is my best friend, because it’s the safest spot to see your smile. But, also it could be my enemy, because distance prevents me from hearing your laugh. To you, who (i hope) notice, please return my smile when we’re passing by. The simplest smile you give, the faster my heart beats.
I’ll remember that winning look of yours that same familiar one which struck on you before it shifted to another whatever makes you happy now I hope they stay maybe my living now isn’t loud enough, after all being untouched like any unloved thing you see, sometimes knowing we need to do something from there on is never very fun it’s genuinely hard not to stay cringed and then, settle for okay