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Luna Quinn Sep 2015
it's been around ten months since:

1. our last moments of conversation.
2. the last time I'd wait, eager for love clarification.
3. one last glance at the love of my life.
4. I'm sorry I haven't gotten you out of my head.
5. you smelled like cigarettes & lust.
6. true love is something I can't forget.
7. nothing compares to your eyes.
8. I certainly wish you'd take me back.
9. hoping the memories rock your bed.
10. months since I left your heart, I cry.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
calculated to the bone,
weak knees like a princess,
but a queen of hearts.

I am a ******, deep-minded soul of a spirit,
and unknowingly aware of it.

you can break a mirror, scar it for life,
but you can't break a lost woman,
she knows the bridge.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
you consumed my brain, took a bullet for me,
I slipped into a coma of bliss & now I paid the price,
ticking times are pulling me close,
intoxicate me with your building lust,
let me be your departed, non broken-hearted,
you're the poison on my lips,
the alcohol in my glass,
got your name up in lights,
the one who sets me off.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
maybe I'm out of my mind or you're lacking one,
perhaps we're both caught in the moment,
insanity brings the worst out of both of us,
let's just admit defeat & lay it to bed,
before I mess with the bullet.

I'm confident we're both lost for words.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
comfort and tangle me into your web of histories,
cover me in the sheets of truth's lies & insanity.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
it's not about your silky touch of gold,
or what draws me to your world,
I can only begin to imagine that.

I guess I'm obsessed, drawn by the madness,
of which I am indebted.

but you're a sinner,
wholehearted winner,
the one who stole my heart,
not to mention the apple of the ripe,
I am forever truly eager for a bite.

I can't help but find myself lost in depth,
of your deep blue eyes & ocean-like soul.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
blank kisses of no expression,
wicked thrills & lacking translation,
a smoke full of glory and passionate mist,
a half-hearted I love you with a hint of disgust.
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