cythoughts - Hello Poetry

She’s beautiful, yeah—people notice that right away. The kind of beauty that doesn’t need effort, that makes conversations pause for half a second. I see it too, like everyone else. She’s smart in a way that feels comforting, the kind that explains things without making you feel small. People listen when she talks. I do too—maybe a little more carefully. She takes photos like she’s afraid of losing moments. So many people admire her, and I get why. I’m just one of them, standing quietly in the background, hoping that somehow, that’s enough.

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC

cythoughts

Seen

She’s beautiful, yeah—people notice that right away. The kind of beauty that doesn’t need effort, that makes conversations pause for half a second. I see it too, like everyone else. She’s smart in a way that feels comforting, the kind that explains things without making you feel small. People listen when she talks. I do too—maybe a little more carefully. She takes photos like she’s afraid of losing moments. So many people admire her, and I get why. I’m just one of them, standing quietly in the background, hoping that somehow, that’s enough.

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She holds beauty still Behind a lens, minds admire— I watch from the crowd.

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC

cythoughts

Untitled

She holds beauty still Behind a lens, minds admire— I watch from the crowd.

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Art finds its way through her lens, Deep thoughts shape the way she speaks. Many voices praise her beauty, I fade into the background, Remaining only a quiet witness, Enough to feel, not enough to say.

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC

cythoughts

ADMIRE

Art finds its way through her lens, Deep thoughts shape the way she speaks. Many voices praise her beauty, I fade into the background, Remaining only a quiet witness, Enough to feel, not enough to say.

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Sometimes I ask myself— if fate brings us back together, would there still be a chance? Or would we just be strangers carrying memories we can’t speak of but still feel deep inside? If that day ever comes, I hope you see that no matter how many times we drifted apart, you never left my heart. And maybe… just maybe, this time, the timing will finally be right.

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Nov 27, 2025

Nov 27, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC

cythoughts

Second Call

Sometimes I ask myself— if fate brings us back together, would there still be a chance? Or would we just be strangers carrying memories we can’t speak of but still feel deep inside? If that day ever comes, I hope you see that no matter how many times we drifted apart, you never left my heart. And maybe… just maybe, this time, the timing will finally be right.

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She's a girl who feels a little older than her age, loving vintage things, soft colors, and stories that survived time- like she understands the world better when it's a little faded and quiet. And birthdays? She never liked them No one knows why, She'd rather just exist calmly, One thing I'm really sure of, She is the free in her own way.

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC

cythoughts

What She Told

She's a girl who feels a little older than her age, loving vintage things, soft colors, and stories that survived time- like she understands the world better when it's a little faded and quiet. And birthdays? She never liked them No one knows why, She'd rather just exist calmly, One thing I'm really sure of, She is the free in her own way.

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I fear the end, the feeling of unknown is within my reach. For it is everywhere, then how should I be prepared for it? Every precious moment, I yearn for you. Your existence gave joy to mine, For every rhythm is whispering your name so clear. I wish to hold you in every remaining time, For the outcome is uncertain. Time may stop, the world may come to an end. Praying my love will endure, Even in the absence of your presence, Without you, my heart mourns within your void.

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC

cythoughts

Before Time Runs OUT

I fear the end, the feeling of unknown is within my reach. For it is everywhere, then how should I be prepared for it? Every precious moment, I yearn for you. Your existence gave joy to mine, For every rhythm is whispering your name so clear. I wish to hold you in every remaining time, For the outcome is uncertain. Time may stop, the world may come to an end. Praying my love will endure, Even in the absence of your presence, Without you, my heart mourns within your void.

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