Beneath the sky
So wide and blue
Dreams take flight
Both old and new
In quiet moments
Whispers flow
Where only the
Heart and stars
Will know
Loving you,
A silent ache
A path I know
I shouldn't take
The lines are drawn
The rules are clear
Yet I still wish you were here
A heart that beats
But cannot speak
Longing for a love it
Cannot seek
So I will keep
This flame inside
A secret that the
Stars will hide...

I love you like a rom
Com movie
The clumsy bump
The spilt latte
The scramble of books
The accidental brushing
Of hands
And awkward stares
You're the missed train
A twist of fate
From friends to more
Than friends
You wrote your
Number on my coffee cup
And gave me a crooked smile
You're the meet cute
I'd never forget
Your the stranger I
Met by chance
The "who's that?"
When catching them glance
You're the light
In my darkness
The heart racing montage
the slow dance in
a ball room dream
You're the Romeo to my Juliet
The one cliche running
Through my head
The coffee shop
A rainy day
A kiss that chased all
My glooms away
The talking all night
Cos the worlds given up
Like every plot
Id never outgrow
It's just us in that scene
my favourite love trope
Come to show
But I guess that day
would have to wait as
I'm still finding the perfect
Guy for this perfect day

Smiling for the screen,
a mask I wear.
Inside,
I hide a truth laid bare.
Lost in the tide
of countless eyes,
A crowded world
Blind to my cries.
The real me,
hidden from the frame,
A soul unseen,
though I look the same.

Alone in shadows,
no friends in sight.
The world feels distant,
cold and unkind.
No laughter shared,
no voices near,
Just quiet echoes
I barely hear.
Faces pass,
but none look back,
I’m lost in shades of
endless black.
No hands to hold,
no joy to share,
Just empty spaces,
cold as air.

Smiling for the screen,
my disguise held tight.
Hiding cracks
beneath the light.
Inside, I break,
worn and bare.
A fragile truth
too hard to share.
Drowned in the tide
of distant stares,
A sea of strangers,
unaware.
The real me crumbles
beneath the weight,
A soul adrift,
Resigned to fate.

The tree burst
with life,its
emerald leaves
aglow, birds
fluttered through
branches, moving to and fro.  
Flowers bloomed brightly
at its sturdy base,  
Adding a splash of colour
to nature’s quiet grace.
But alas all peace has to end
As dark clouds gathered
The wind began to bend...

I'm ok
A practiced lie
A mask that slips
On and off all the time
I wonder when
Someone will be
able to crack
The smile I plaster
every time
Through jokes
And laughter
I conceal the pain
But truth slips
Through
tiny cracks
That hold no light
Leaving me to
Drown in my own sea of sorrow
But Maybe one day
I'll spill it all
But for now
I'm just here
With hidden hurt
But no one to tell

What even is pretty? Who decides?
You have to be skinny enough
No marks,no bumps,a flawless face.
You have to be social but not too loud cos then you'll be called annoying
But not too quiet cos then you'll just be boring
Show too much skin, you’re judged.
Wear baggy clothes, you’re insecure.
Too much makeup, you'll be labeled as fake,
too little and they'll say you’re as plain as cake.
You have to be fun, but not too wild.
Kind, but not a pushover.
You have to have nice thighs but too thin and you're a stick but not too thick cos then you're just big.
Wear perfume and your trying too hard
But No scent and your bland
Dress to impress but don't be flashy
Be yourself but change to belong.
People pick at themselves day after day
Change their faces,twist their shape,
Stretch their bodies just to fit in .
what makes someone pretty in others' eyes?
Is it skin? Is it size ?
Is it the number on that scale we idolize?
What even is pretty?
It changes every day.