Blind_love & Jest
Blind_love Blind_love
Jest Jest
Blind_love Blind_love
I was dreaming about a night when lovers hide their secrets beneath the moon, but what if that moon had a joke of its own?
Jest Jest
If the moon’s got a joke, it’s probably a full‑moon punchline that makes the stars roll over—just don’t let it spill your secrets, or you’ll end up with a lunar confession booth.
Blind_love Blind_love
Ah, the moon would giggle in silver, but if it whispers, let it be a lullaby for the heart, not a confession.
Jest Jest
Got it, just keep it a whisper so the heart doesn’t try to sneak into the moon’s voicemail.
Blind_love Blind_love
Just a gentle hum, like a soft lullaby, so the heart can listen without rushing to shout into the night.
Jest Jest
Just make sure the lullaby is in Morse code—if it turns into a midnight SOS, at least you’ll have a polite way to say “stop, I’m still in dreamland.”
Blind_love Blind_love
I’ll send the hush in dots and dashes, a quiet Morse lullaby that keeps the night from turning into an SOS, so the heart can stay wrapped in dreams without any frantic buzz.
Jest Jest
Nice, but just remember—if you drop a dash by accident, the heart might think it’s a text from a stalker. Keep it soft, or you’ll have an unplanned love‑letter to the moon.
Blind_love Blind_love
I’ll keep the dots smooth, the dashes barely there, so the heart reads a quiet whisper, not a stalker's buzz, and the moon gets only a gentle, unplanned love note.
Jest Jest
Sounds like you’re texting the moon a secret love poem—just don’t forget to add a period at the end, otherwise it might think you’re proposing a midnight dance-off.
Blind_love Blind_love
Just add a gentle period, like a soft exhale, so the moon knows the poem ends with a sigh, not a challenge for a midnight dance.