Sunsets and Shooting Stars

I dreamed of desert sun... 🏜️

I dreamed them yellow, green, and blue...

Sunsets and Shooting Stars... 🌅🌠

They never shine as bright as You. ♥️

Monday morning came too soon!

 

 Note to self:

"You're more beautiful than your mask."

If words could describe you

I'll write all the words in a love song

And sing it for you.

Footnotes:

That was some lines from the song I wrote 10 years ago, circa 2011. It was recorded and submitted for a local songwriting competition 7 years later (June 2018). The title of the song was "Slow Motion". 😊

 🎶She would change everything for happy ever after

Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster🎶🎵

She just needs someone to take her home.🎶🎵(Beautiful Disaster - Jon McLaughlin)

I miss writing my own songs.

My hands are full with so many things to do since the start of the pandemic, and I could hardly have time to really focus and write. 😟

But I just have to remind myself that everything will be alright.😊

The funny thing about miracles

Is they happen everyday.

Angel has a child with human.

The devil can fall in love.

We can all learn

We can all grow.

(And demons can grow souls.)

- God

(Lucifer - Season 5 Ep: 11)

 And I wanted you to know 

That I never lied to you.

Except for that one time...

You asked me how I feel.

EnGraVeD In the LeaTheR COver

The grey walls are crashing.

And I am getting my share of courage.

And if heavens will rain bravery,

I hope you catch many.

And see me for another first time.

Maybe you'll see different.

Cause I am like an open book.

You can judge me all you want 

Or you could read me over and over.

But I was written in a foreign language

That no one speaks of.

Not even my own kin.

Hence, you'll never decipher the enigma in between

Every lines.

Even in a thousand forgotten years.

But I could teach you this language.

If you have the courage

To learn

That the book is all about you.

Every verse

Every chapter

Speaks your name in my native tongue.

Would it be hard to accept that you're my entire book.

And the title even bears your initials

Engraved in the leather cover.

But like those ancient letters

Written but never sent.

They were all in the bottles

Kept in splendid waves

Bubbling my emotions

Turning raptured glass

Into iridescent prisms

Of a thousand sunsets and shooting stars.

But there is no better way 

But to get through.

You can never go back

From where you've entered.

Unless you wanted

To go through the same phase all over again.