Frost caught up
to ghostly fingers;
His December walks
filled dark prophecies,
would he witness
another year
or a month?

In the deep snow,
he knew the answer.

The Necromancer told him,
in her underworldly dreams,
he had once been her true love.
He smirked:
I’m still here
in your words.

I’m hugging my knees waiting for someone

I still have time because I’m a young one

Do I? As everyone had not only one love

Naive, am I? They call me from above

Harmony, was just about,
as within the car-filled streets I found,
The merry symphony of sound,
Of people, of wind and birds.

Harmony, was about the spring,
of the sun rays that hit the ground,
green, for all it was around,
sparkling dew of remembrance.

And remembrance was the winter
where ash fell from the sky.
It was always a hinder,
for us to say goodbye.

So this I send to you,
in hopes that I will let go
of memories, sweetest,
that make me stop… and smile
carry me with your heart, but not in mind.
(for I will never let go,
Of the love I hold for you so...)

I have a great many dreams,
Fierce passions in my heart,
In pursuit of each one,
My days and nights I part.
With every toil and endeavour,
I claim the fruits of strife,
And take my triumph home,
And rest on laurel's height.

I have a great many dreams,
Some within my reach I’ve clutched,
Others still lie in wait,
For my relentless pursuit.

I have a great many dreams,
Chasing all these dreams, I admit,
Can tire a soul, but still it's fun to win.
I persist, undeterred by doubt.

When our paths first crossed,
I thought you disdained me,
As every day, greetings flew,
You remained quiet,
No salutation to me.

Status changed, now we’re classmate,
sitting in the same class,
learning the same things,
when voices roam,
there’s one stay quiet to me,
after a while, that one spokes to me,
that one is you, and
I caught a glimpse of kindness in your eyes.

Weeks into months, we've grown close,
Like kindred spirits bound by trust,
You confessed my presence lights your day,
Even mimicking my gentle curve in writing,
A tender touch to my heart, sweet soul.

Now the sands of time are flowing,
just a few months left to go,
we should’ve been closer earlier,
a thorn in my heart, this feeling of -
regret.

I always wonder what people are thinking,
What they’re feeling, what their hearts are sinking into.
I’ve always been imaginative,
Creating worlds where kindness grew.

Once, I made up friends from dreams,
In magical places stitched at the seams.
Worlds full of people who cared for me,
Where love was simple, pure, and free.

Now, I have those friends—I really do!
But it feels unreal, like it can’t be true.
Me? With friends? It’s hard to believe,
When my soul still aches, unable to relieve.

The pain inside, it doesn’t fade,
A silent shadow, always stayed.
So I use my imagination now,
To wonder about others, to figure out how—

How they think, how they feel, how they hurt,
I try to lift them from the dirt.
To help them see their future shine,
To imagine a joy brighter than mine.

I tell myself it’s selfless care,
But deep inside, I’m so aware.
I’m not just helping them—I know,
I’m trying to fill the hole in my soul.

I met a lady in a pub
And we got on well
The chat was easy
And flowed both ways
I could feel a connection
And I think she did too
The time ran quickly
The last bell rung
Our eyes met
And the lady said
I've enjoyed speaking
To you
I've haven't laughed
Like that in ages
I feel you felt it too
She said
I'd invite you home
But I'm on my menstral cycle
I'm replied smoothly
That's ok queen
I'll follow you home
On my Honda.

𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧;
𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞,
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭...
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ?
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨;
𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬.
𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲...
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭;
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭,
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞!
𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?
𝐎𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ?!?
𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

- 𝗔. 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲