It was not just a person..
It was the feeling I had with that person
It was the moments I shared with that person
It was all the fights, laughs and joys we had It was not just a person
It was my happy days where I actually loved It was my spring season where my flowers bloomed and everything seemed so delightful
It was my whole life which I Left without realising its value
My precious memories are always with that one person
The person whom I will never ever forget.

I knew I shouldn’t love you,
but my heart never asked why.
It just raced
when you looked at me—
like it forgot the world was watching.

We never held hands
in daylight,
but your name
burns quietly
in every sunset.

Prayer is love that lives inside,
A quiet hope we cannot hide.
It’s the deepest kind of care,
A gentle gift sent through the air.

The most precious thing we share,
A way to show how much we care
For every soul we hold so near,
With silent wishes whispered clear.

I say stuff you never hear,
Chasing things that disappeared.
People tell me, “Move on, dude,”
But my heart’s stuck—it’s kinda rude.

This poem’s messy, kinda real,
Just like how I always feel.
Not perfect, but it’s all I’ve got—
A little truth, a lot of thought.

I wrote so many poems,
I thought they were just words.
But every line was really you—
Every beat, every verse.

I didn’t see it then,
How you were all I had.
I lost myself in your echo,
In the ink that made me glad.

My heart was your canvas,
My soul was your stage.
Every poem, every thought—
You’re the one I can’t erase.