#lona
Purifying myself
Trying to be the best
Love is nowhere
Time feels like a mess
Clouds hiding the lights
Silver contrasts the dark
The moonlight strains the glass
The tears drop for a lost cause
Steam of white, fog her eyes
Blinding her from seeing the light
The world becomes a bland interest
That lies behind a strange interest
Brown orbs of her eyes
Become dry like nothing’s lies
The salt on her curved lips
Sipping the hot tea of hope and plea
Moonlight disappears behind a cloud
Leaving a grieving shell on the ground
The girl’s eyes widen with horror
As her hopes disappears from sorrows
The tremble in her system
The emptiness of absence
Heavy eyelids droop
Watching the moon brood
The dime of unknown beauty lies
Beneath the tree, besides the creeping pesticides
She longed for anyone's eyes
The hope crushing like silver lines
Her eyes burn yet again
The lies she told herself yet again
Even if she lost the silver lights
Of the only friend that lies way above all cries
Small sphere, shining in the sky
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
Curls on your head
A dangerous combination of swirls and waves
It's as pretty as the sea when it meets the sprinkling rain
Trials of Heaven curve at the mention
Golden hour clock strikes
Wind in question forgets the way
Sun and clouds — only disloyal affair
Curls have a specific kind of disclaimer
A few heartbreakers' favorite locks to break
A lore no one can describe
All lords' favorite dismay
Skies look down
Wild wind breakdown
Thy beauty is a concept
No one can bear
The night sky has shame
Obscuring those locks from the day
Sun shameless as any male
Feasts on the beauty of May
Jealousy is the only trait
God's creation and nature's trepidation
Ancients' only divine infatuation
Either a god or a wretch
The possible beauty that can never be far-fetched
Wordless beauty
Worldwide dignity
Waves
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC