The poetic rose petals of my BlueMoon
Moonlight seems me for who I am both beauty and full of gold but mysteries to me were never just a black and white medallion it was always just colors of art that marked my beauty through sunset and the water that sings to me like waves grabs my attention like the moon that keeps the night in contact with my dreams and even though I may be keeping up the balance as I am singing through the notes that are written from myself.
I may want to go back but I don't want to move there I am only comfortable in the place where I call home and feel at peace knowing that I am chasing my dreams for the right reasons and all of that is what means the most to me.
Singing to me in the wind
Grabbing my hands pulling me in
Away from the tide
But instead I am being pulled like rose petals
To the blue moon.
The cities of the quiet roses
The clouds have encircled my beauty
And left me as a secret diary in a lot city of promises where the roses of the moon speak quietly when they dream and it almost touches the clouds as it touches the soul of me.
The lost girl of the ocean
I look out into the ocean
I see the water circle back and forth
But I just sit on the shore and take in the sun
Instead of just facing my fears and drowning in the sea of the ocean waves.
The thoughts of this love
I wear the thoughts
That caress the skin of me
And love every part of me
Through thick and thin
This love was just like the moon
And the sand.
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The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
