I'm out of words
When it comes to love
I'm out of tears
When it comes to pain
I'm out of smiles
When it comes to a joy
But I'm full of myself
When I see a broken soul
In a glass of wine.Moon touches the sky
With its light, bathes me through the window
As I hold a pen to write what I feel
But it becomes a weapon
A sword directly to my heart
Open the darkest places to ever exist
And surprisingly enough for me
There's love
There's still love
In all the pain I've caused
And all the suffering I've been through
There's love
There's still love
In my soul by writing your name
So that I get to touch the Moon.I was dreaming about love
When you hit my life like a thunderstorm
Showing up with a serious face
Melting my soul away
Deep inside I knew I was going to be yours
First time in so long
Love is pink in my eyesSo red it could tear me apart
My adoration became your semblance
So white reminds me of the daylight
My favorite music became your breathing
So red I could burn in fire
My lust only knows your name
So white as the pure dove I am
My dream is waking up by your side
So red that's passionate as your soul
My admiration turned a form and it's you
So white that makes everything feels right
My comfort comes from your eyes
So red it kills me to feel as dying if you're not around
My body craves your presence more
So white it makes me understand surroundings
My afternoons it's all about you
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Blowing
PoetrySometimes, we wish for the world to change, and we hold onto false hopes that end up breaking our hearts, or worse, our souls. So to blow up everything is the best way to set us free, and become a golden version of ourselves and the spirit we are gi...