"I met you in a world full of screens,
Just pixels, right? Or so it seems.
Yet somehow, through the silent space
You cared a home inside my days."
  
"We swapped our jokes, our dreams, my fear.
A stranger once, now someone dear.
I love you but it's hard to accept,
Was it all just part of the bet?"

always
Always the poet never the poem
Always the thinker never the thought
Always the singer never the song
Always the third never the first
Always the reader never the story
Always the one who longs for
never the one who is longed for
Always the lover never the loved
Always the shadow never the light  
Always the question never the answer  
Always the artist never the muse
Always the dreamer never the dream  
Always the wanderer never the place  
Always the heartache never the peace  
Always the yearning never the embrace  
Always the echo never the sound  
Always the hope that’s never found.

"I long to hold you close, my dear,  
To feel your heartbeat, soft and near.  
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,  
To find my peace within your space."  

"The world could fade, the time could cease,  
In your arms, I'd find my peace.  
A quiet solace, hearts entwined,  
In that moment, love defined."  

"A simple wish, a deep desire,  
To pull you close, to spark a fire.  
To feel your warmth, to never part,  
To hold you close and heal my heart."

"In your embrace, I’d find my home,  
No longer lost, no more alone.  
A place where time and worries cease,  
Held in your arms, I’d find my peace."

I loved you in the quiet spaces,  
Where words were too afraid to stay,  
In glances caught, then turned away,  
Like whispers lost to endless places.

The moonlight never touched your eyes,  
And I, beneath the shadowed skies,  
Chased dreams that you would never find,  
Filling silence with a hopeful mind.

Your smile, a star I could not reach,  
A song I learned, but couldn’t teach,  
A fire that burned within my soul,  
But left me with a heartless hole.

I tell myself I’ll let you go,  
But loving you is all I know.  
The hopeless echo still remains,  
A love that lingers, filled with pain.

"It's late in the night
3:08
filled with hate
thought it was fate
turns out it's all fake
I still wait
for what? oh I wish I knew
flying feelings over the moon"

"It's late in the night
3:08
filled with hate
thought it was fate
turns out it's all fake
I still wait
for what? oh I wish I knew
flying feelings over the moon"

"They said to be mature, you're the only daughter
we have expectations.
Not knowing how they killed every little expectations
from herself.
They said to act like a kid
but when?
when did she ever got a chance?
she was left alone, in a shady home
where she was grown as a backbone
of a family where she was never treated like a part of.
They said you're a tough kid
why cry? on these little scratches
Not knowing she would grow up hurting herself'
as it didn't matter, nor did it hurt.
She thought it was ok to do so
She still do.
She was punished for things she didn't even do
now she does the same in a quiet dark room.
She was invincible.
She was neglected.
    She was never loved.
        She was just a little girl.

They said, "Be mature, you're our only daughter,  
We have expectations, don't drift any farther."  
Not knowing how they crushed each hope she had,  
And left her heart empty, forever sad.  

They told her to act like a child, to play,  
But when could she? She was forced to obey.  
Left alone in a house that was dark and cold,  
She grew strong, but her heart turned old.  

They said, "You're tough, don't cry over pain,  
These little scratches are nothing to explain."  
Not seeing she'd grow, hurting deep inside,  
Where pain was a secret, she could never hide.  

She thought it was fine, that it was okay,  
She still does it now, though it hurts every day.  
Punished for things that she'd never done,  
Now she repeats it when the day is done.  

She was invincible, or so they believed,  
But deep down, she was neglected, deceived.  
Never loved, just a little girl.

"the moon is beautiful isn't it?
               how we call it perfect just how it is
               ignoring the craters, waiting to admire.
               also too admire the stars twinkling in the moonlight
               not having its own, but it still seem to shine."

"When did it happen?
when did I fall for him?
Was it when i searched him in songs or
just the thought of it.
Was it when I craved for his voice or
to be just heard and talked with.
Was it when I felt butterflies around him or
just wanted the feeling of it.
Was it when I wrote about him or
just needed someone to write about.
Was it when i noticed things nobody else did or
I just wanted to observe more things
well...
Did it even happen?
Did I fall for him?"