On this moonlit night,
When I think of your name, I can't help but create something that reminds me of you. I find that creativity and heartbreak share the same address so maybe I’m more creative when you’re not with me.
Tell me why you love me and I will turn it into a poem about why you shouldn’t. Tell me you’ll never leave and I’ll write something to remind myself that you eventually will. It’s not that I don't have hope but for some reason it’s so much harder to actually put that on paper.
- I don’t mean to be pessimistic, but lately I’ve been craving more than just writing more poetry about you.
And maybe that is why your soul calls to me this night filled with moonlit dreams and starlit sighs.
Imagination holds our hands and drips a comet's tail of words onto our tongues. It helps us fill the in-between spaces of this night as our two souls fly and collide. Maybe I was meant to be the light to your dark and the hope that your paper hides. For me creativity lies in the love I hold in my heart.
And maybe that is why all the words that fall from my pen have your name etched deep within their meaning.
-I don't mean to be optimistic but I know the poetry you write about me is a path of starlit dreams your soul sings to mine.
@allwordsunspok3n and @heartofmuse
His words in bold. Hers in italics.











