The moon in my dreams, di Olivia Grace Frederick

Olivia Grace Frederick

The moon in my dreams

Passion x

Soft edges all round like the moon in my dreams

Your love moves in slow motion like the waves of santorini

Over and above the ripples in the mattress

Under me and the earths possession

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Define her fear

Go ahead define her fear Light shines on her edges, broken… Mortals inclined to ask common que… Help define her fear A global idea so desired holds tea…

Woman at a Window, by Caspar David Friedrich

Pocket Memories

On a sunny sunday morning the tree… In the mirror, a face that looks t… Someone you don’t know In the bottom of your pocket, is a bundle of stories that you ca…

Little quick fix

I go by many names But you can call me 'Little quick… Someone sent you I can make you dance with the devi… Then ingest my life and sleep with…

Yours sincerely

I look into your eyes and it’s not… Sometimes you might look back but… I used to weep because I missed t… It’s funny how I don’t care now I’m not ashamed

Yellow skies

Imagine shards of glass in your ey… Steel setting in your veins All by fault of your own accord I witness Yellow skies, gripping… Picture getting so close

The flame

She was made of fire Engulfed in bright flame Beautiful Wise like an elephant, admireable… She walked her own path like a soi…

The last goodnight

The rising sun speaks through a ve… Full moons will rise and shout goo… Leave you in a fury of giggles und… People envy the moonlight in your… Anarchy

Ocean Floor

Weary and wet There’s a sinking ship in my head And I can’t save it Waves overflow and escape from my… If I close them

Living room livin’

I’m just chillin’ Judge my posture and judge my moti… You don’t know i’m willin’ Not alot on my plate Well plates are overflowin’

The streets

I own lonely nights on the road to… Cars fill a cold silence for a sec… Bright lights and cat eyes loom in… They’re orange and yellow In your park, the stars just aren’…

Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, by Caspar David Friedrich

“Morning Sunshine!”

Morning sunshine, talk to me Brighten my windows like you do I’ve been running full speed in th… Hoping I crash into you Movements you make are imperfect

You remind me of a hangover

Stained with the memories of yeste… Yesterday has stained my clothes I can’t be bothered to lie Say the words like a faulty prayer But this is how it goes