The stars are stalking our first talk,
They are blinking it's light energy
to shine it's yellow-white spectrum
for both of us.
The moon is smiling at your laugh,
It reflects the sun's light gracefully
to bring the warmth of the cold night
for both of us.
Our love should be like the moon and the sun,
That gives light to the moon so it can shine beautifully but never asks anything from it.
Our love should be like the stars to the universe,
That is completing our own sky
with enormous colors,
Just to make sure the night sky is faultless.
I put my hope to the stars to send my love whenever it falls,
I put my trust to the moon who can guide your way in the dark,
I put my feelings to the sun so it can give me warmth whenever I feel cold.
And
I put my heart in you,
So I know how does it feel to be loved.
—blueclouds,- x elevendust
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
