Hearts are stars lost in a tango-
between the moon and the sun. Stuck between parallel worlds- they only shine to a smiling moon only to die for a burning sun.
Love is an eclipse of a sparkling moon
standing between the sun and earth. For once it makes two worlds seem to intersect- only to burn eyes with star crossed love.
Hearts are stars lost in a crowd-
of sparkling moons that burn sense and time through the night. When the moon shines the heart is done for it becomes the sun that guns at dawn.
Why do hearts have one moon
but love the burning sun? Why does the moon- belong to the night not dawn? Why does love lead to being alone?
Love is an eclipse that has no night or dawn
It draws moons and suns from what they shun Hearts are stars held down- with smiles that button- our souls so tight leaving us to drown.
I have been to the moon
I have been burned by a blazing sun but I have never had an eclipse. Is it because my heart isn’t a star? Or is it because my stars fear the moon and the sun? Abundant thoughts on Hearts Poems based on Solar Eclipse
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My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt
walking through dark lanes , the night was soundless and reserve . wind roared with a whistle and rattled the barren leaves, thinking and analyzing the problem , glanced the stars which shine. they shine and shine , flicker but
There once was a time when I wished on a falling star It seemed not to long after you came into my life From that time on you started giving me reasons to believe Now because of you i believe
Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but
I’m that light, at the end of a dark tunnel, shinning dimly, You doubt if I can help, despite my many whispers & calls, I can feel all your anger, sorrow, lost hope, curses & wishes, And here I am,