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moon-kissedstar Feb 2018
Here we are, hand in hand
Like stars connected to each end
You feel me now, I felt somehow
That this will be something new and pretty
You're all the things I've look upon the stars..

Here you are, my moon; so bright
Like a lantern in the dark
I might've been good for the universe was pleased
Overlapping lives, it has given thee
Ooh.. ohh.. For the universe was pleased
*It has given thee.
BC
moon-kissedstar Jan 2018
Between our short breaths and sighs,
Even with some tears in my eyes
Never will, I ever hate -
Joy you bring, brought by fate

All I could see, your face oh so clear,
Magic dazzled, you make my thoughts unclear
Indeed, much believed you're one of my fears,
New to my skin, I crave for your warmth; please be near.

Careless, cared more than how I should,
Especially for you,  I give all I could
Not even my words. oh it's nothing good,
Through my skin and flesh, you see me more than just ****.

Oh heavenly, quench my thirst-
Please me with your language of the universe
Ah! My love, make love with my soul -
Immensely, *I am in awe.
BC, I hate that I love you; and you'll hate me for loving you.
moon-kissedstar Aug 2016
What a wonderful world you built for two,
A painter you are, and she- a hue
Guess I'll always be the girl; a palette only with shades of blue,
Drawn in my mind, *me and you.
moon-kissedstar Jan 2016
“I call her everyday even just for a minute. Just to tell her things; big or small, and maybe… Maybe that’ll make up her day.”*


- anonymous
moon-kissedstar Jan 2016
“I love it when she’s around. I love it when she laughs on my jokes. I love it when she cuddles with me. But I don’t love her.”*



- anonymous
moon-kissedstar Dec 2015
It is painful to die...

That's one thing that pops out of my head when I think of dying.
Before, I always think it was easy; or easier
But it was *selfishness
.

Daily separations made me numb, or rather; pulled me away from selflessness
But everything is different, from a different eye.
Thoughts after my grandpa died 3 days ago.
moon-kissedstar Nov 2015
"Hi?"
"How are you?"*


... are the only words left between us.
... and maybe, these words were enough.
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