Moon...
Good night
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 most favorite part of the day, is when my moon rises, it fills a dark night with her soothing glow.
Under the moon I feel whole, I feel calm.
Her beauty unparalleled to anything I've ever known before it.
She gives, she shines, just because I can't always see her in orbit, I am blessed and feel her energy.
I gave you the key, you need to unlock it.
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.....
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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