his voice came in echoes,
easy talk, he made her laugh
his face was her favourite,
his eyes, Heaven’s display
it was the first time, how well
he made her feel special
although the heart is guarded
gates to be open, she waits
either fought for or torn by
gotta laugh otherwise she’ll cry
she doesn’t wanna say goodbye
when she was his, yesterday
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
you are destined to dance, girl,
that's how you live to die young
but my heart,
as much as it aches, boy
much was made for it to love you
i will remember you
and that i nearly became that someone for you
i was a rose in the river
that cries to grow in it
yet, you bled from being kissed by my thorns
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
let us fly mid-air, and let this poem of us not be the last
through the tinges lit from the sky, mix of pink and purple stardust
and the mist of smokey dark
feel the rays of days and mystique magic of the night
with the moon hanging low and alone
constellations in sight,
we speak destined dreams
to be fulfilled and followed
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:47 AM UTC
No shame in being hungry for you.
Of wanting to share a life with you.
An open heart is an open fire
What's the winter for?
To remember love.
You warmed me throughout my ghost town-of-a-heart.
And as I sit here, hands in head.
Speechless.
With all this love and no words out.
I ask myself, what kind of writer am i?
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 5:04 AM UTC
when nighttime was meant for sleep,
i don't want to write another love story on repeat
so this is my last poem, forever yours to keep
this night, i break down and cry
having never probably done that in a while
i felt, only you needed to be here with me
despite the lonely hour i'm still complete,
if 'the one' slipped away,
i felt, we both got our ways
and i see you, it reminds me of all i lost
it reminds me how much love costs
maybe i'll think of us
from time to time
but i will keep telling myself to forgive you,
even when you thought we'd never became
we fear we don't wanna be the ones to cause the pain
a catch-and-release is better this way,
for you and me, the end? say,
we probably didn't think it through
either way,
i lived all the dreams and lifetimes i had and wanted with you
and even though i'm full of wounds,
i'll still be standing
why do i bring myself to the thought of you
when you’re the light that burns in my head, your face is shining
i'll be stuck daydreaming
just know i'll love you today,
tomorrow and always
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
You can't rush art
Like you can't rush love
You don't watch people's lives
If you don't live your time
Have no doubts and worries
Be full of memories and stories
That way you'll feel fulfilled
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
they say solitude is a luxury,
i say love and companionship is a beautiful choice,
you're a piece of me i didn't know was missing
you're a peace of my life now that it completes me
never forget the magic you hold
just remember how just a moment in each other's arms,
erases a day full of pain
then i won’t feel the difference
between all the nightmares and realness
just like the day’s rays
you wake the mystique of the night's darkness
and dream still only for you
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
where the moon glistens every night
different shades of colour
where the stars dance and the sun would burst
where humans can breathe underwater
and fly though the fresh air
where scars heal as soon as you were hurt
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:16 AM UTC
Where would winter lay in?
White sheets with rays of sunlight coming in,
Sinks in sandy skin
Rather than its own silken dew of a morning
Oh how Summer would never envy
How would winter say?
Curses like its cool these days,
Turn its stone of a heart a little soft,
And while you trace the words it haunts
the living hallways
Oh how Fall can relate
Would winter stay?
Like brush strokes of wind across the canvas,
It paints a frostbitten landscape
Grown and buried in ice, paraded and stained
Oh to be like Spring, it wants to bloom out of rain
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
may i steal your ripeness, fruitful in good deed, high living spirit
'tis not a sin to be delighted by and fall for angelic ways
for i know a life without your aura, God, shining over me
'twas not until your golden haze shone bright than e'er hath
thou hath taken my soul
enchanted by your mysteries
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC