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Luna Quinn Apr 2016
touched by your weakness,
flattered by the nature
love is a weapon, but
use it with caution.

your fire is deadly, yet so is water
I'm drowning in tide waves
crashing to the surface

hands on heart, falling, teardrops burn
like ashes on a fresh wound
the battle isn't over for the weakest
but even the strong are facing the madness

I've battled for you until my eyes said enough
my heart was an ocean for your broken promises
I won't ask for another chance at the happy
that ship has already sailed.
more to follow.
Luna Quinn Oct 2015
I'm the problem in your sight, I'm the weakness in your knees,
I'm the chain horror in your glass and the poison in your tea.

the mystery within soul, the locked-away heart, the smoking gun,
that hides between your hands, the memories follow you into dark.
Luna Quinn Oct 2015
lies are so pretty, I fall each time as hard,
your words are cheap but I appreciate each one,
simply because I adore your wicked smile.

either you're Satan in disguise or the mighty God of love,
because I'm falling under way too fast.
Luna Quinn Oct 2015
I beg of you, shallow man, vain girl,
since when is attraction only seen?

can't you see the passion of someone's heart,
or the lack of selfishness in his gentle eyes?

a beautiful face, in time it will fade,
but a heart of gold, will stand the test of life,
more than cashmere words & silky lies.

I beg of you, love of mine, oh sweet divine,
since when do I not shine like stars in your eyes?

can't you see the kindness within my heart,
or the willingness to love you unconditionally,
whether in sight or blind?

a beautiful appearance can soon be faded,
but a love deep like the ocean cannot be seen,
yet it can be felt in the depths of your heart.

think of this before you break my heart,
and before you think of loving someone else.
Luna Quinn Oct 2015
I'm alive as much as the next person,
although talk is cheap to explain this.

thick & thin, my caramel skin is the same,
cold easily, sometimes warm,
lately it's been a mix of both.
Luna Quinn Oct 2015
I haven't touched a drop in months,
alcohol was the least of my problems though.

bullet-cut habits and finely made shoes,
those were the days of youth.
Luna Quinn Sep 2015
erasing you from my head is the hardest task.
I could wash my skin with rubbing alcohol,
and burn my eyes with chemical bleach,
you'd still be in my bluntly put dreams.

wash out my mouth with soap, cut my silk
wounds to bits, I will always love you,
even in death and holy eternity.

true love is exactly this; devotion until broke.
trying to post more.
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