your eyes never meet
mine
the hands they never
intertwine
my eyes swell
my hands bleed
i am lovestruck
for that bewitching smile
even a wicked heart
can’t lie
so i dream
to grow old
with you
but the future i see
is me trying
trying to remember
your name
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
In my house, there is a room.
Still part of it,
yet forgotten.
No one visits anymore.
It's been so long
since the door last opened.
Now, the key is lost,
and nature has begun to swallow it.
But it doesn't matter.
The room is sealed,
locked in loneliness.
Still i wonder if
someone lives there.
Perhaps a ghost of
an old friend,
or just a silly cat.
I don't dare go near.
Yet, sometimes, the door stares,
Inviting me in.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
In my dreams, I see you
taking my hands.
The light in you leads me.
Your eyes pull me
to your world
it's just you and me
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
the eyes never meet
yours
the hands never hold
mine
my eyes swell
my hands bleed
i am lovestruck
for that bewitching smile
even a wicked heart
can’t lie
it is worth the beats
thus i dream
to grow old
with you
but the future i see
is me trying
trying to remember
your name
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:58 PM UTC
I knew from the start
you will leave
just like the rest
why did i expect a change?
Would tears change anything?
I don’t feel hot or cold
should I?
The love, the joy,
it last for a while,
but in the end
it’s always me thinking about you.
The seasons changed
they’ll come back again,
brand new.
BUT
It doesn’t feel the same
without you.
To be lost in you
is nothing new to me.
Though only memories
remain of us.
A heart beating
with no soul.
i want to live
in the present but
how can i forget the past?
Time will pass
from fall to spring.
would you ever notice?
the footsteps behind you
are gone.
you should have known
better.
you always did.
The world moved on,
so why am i still stuck?
The water eventually stills,
but it remains in the memory.
It was worth every penny,
and now it’s back to day one
just me,
waiting for none.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
The flowers in the glass vase
Pretty and fragrant.
Oh, the pretty flowers.
In a little glass vase
Alive for so long,
Eventually, the water runs out,
And the pretty fades.
Oh, they have wilted,
They were always gonna
From the start.
Oh, the flowers on the vase
Will wilt eventually.
All the pretty flowers’ destiny,
To be shown,
To be unknown,
To fade away,
Oh, the flowers in the glass vase.
They don't last forever,
Just like the water they breathe
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC