Moon.....
The taste of your skin.. The salt and șweat.. The lingering perfume..... The warmth of you on my lips... An forgettable unique concoction that will always linger in my mind.
Moon....
You are the Poem I dreamed of writing (by Milamai)
Like Ozzy said.....
"I don't ask much..... I just want you."
It's asking a lot....
Makes me yearn for my moon....
Moon....
So I just learnt there’s this actual thing called the Super Pink Moon, thanks to dust particles in the atmosphere.
Sometimes you can't have what you want... When you need it.
If one could, maybe you'd appreciate it less.
Thoughts like that doesn't make the ache hurt any less.....
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
Solar eclipse by Gallery 360
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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