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Luna Jan 2019
Did you know that she’s writing about you?
She writes with the ache from her soul,
about you.

Did you know that writing is the only way to bring the calmness back in her life, now that you are gone?

Did you know about the words she use to describe you? Like you were the moon and she was only a star, loving your light from thousands of years away,  adoring you in secret.

Did you know that she’s receiving praise for
what she writes? You’ve drowned her so bad that now she writes with pain, not only for her soul to be healed, but also for people’s pain to heal.

Did you know that she can’t sleep because the words shuddered in her head, her thoughts, back to the veins and right through the heart?

Did you miss her? Her laugh, or her serenity, her kindness?

Did you miss the hurricane from her thoughts, cause I see you now, with another one.
But tell me, did anybody ever wrote with so much passion about your eyes, how they shine so bright, how the brown turns into yellow once the sun is reflecting in them, about your voice singing ‘I love you’ like no other before, about your arms, your hugs, how they protected her from the bad angels that she was so afraid of , about your large smile, your small nose, your lovely figure, your angel figure.

Did you know that when I write ‘she’ it’s actually me?
piece from my soul
Luna Jan 2019
When you called me, tonight,
I think I didn’t hear your own voice, the soft one, filled with ache, no.
I've heard your heart, ‘she’ called my soul.

And, when ‘she’ started to talk,
The hum from my soul, it came back.
’She’ laughed with me.
’She’ saved me, one more time.
Oh, but when our call ended,
the hum from my soul moved to the stomach,

the pain came back.
thank you for the call, i needed it to write.
  Jan 2019 Luna
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
  Dec 2018 Luna
Rsebd
you have more beauty in you
than any one woman in the world.
intimate moments lie
in the shape of your eyes.
champagne and roses
fill the air in wake
of your stride.
wonder meets perfection
in the fullness of your lips;
the cutest little nose
awaiting a lover’s gentle kiss.
bearer of heart
seemingly made of stone.
stunner of men
made of only flesh and bone.
Luna Dec 2018
Ironically,
the wounds from her soul were the ones which healed her mind.
Luna Dec 2018
Maybe that’s why I loved you.
Because you whispered in my soul,
While others screamed in my mind.
Save me.
Luna Dec 2018
Every night I start to write,
To simply fill these rows with words
That I want to tell you.


The only thing I desperately want you to know is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins.

That your touch calm the thunders from my thoughts and the hurricane from my body.

That your touch could warm my entire  body on a December day.

That your touch is all that I need to survive.

That your touch makes me understand that I’ve got to let go.
Cause I don’t know how to touch you,
And I don’t know how to adore you,
I don’t know how to be with you, without hurting both of us,
Without hurting your touch.

I just want you to know that someday I would want  to feel your fingers on my lips, on my hips, or simply on my skin.
I just want you to know how much I love you, enough to let you, and your touch, go.
Another poem about him.
Thank you for your touch.
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