You beautify the universe
with your existence

I had given birth to a lot of poems
but none of them knew my bashful name

I wrapped them in metaphors
to be left in front of some people's doors

I can never be their home
their meanings belong to someone else;
To be the tokens of their existence

I had given birth to a lot of poems
and none of them knew my bashful name
but they all knew what I had once felt

For this one,
The memories of their breath,
forever in my chest.

Would you let my poems
linger around your dazzling soul?

I'm going through some low point right now

and I just don't know what to say

I don't even know how to ask for help

But that's okay

I'm a champ I can do this

I just need to hug myself and sleep

Six planets away from your orbit,
You manage to capture my moonless surroundings,
You outshine these planets in your smallest dimension,
And gravitate me with your adrift but brave disposition.

We whisper our love to these fierce little comets,
though sometimes mine wound you with their sharp helmets
Yet you grow and transform with every scar you receive.
You are so ethereal that even Aphrodite has agreed.

-Venus

How many heart strings do I still have?
How many of them have grown thin?
I strum, a melancholic sound touches the wind,
How many heart strings do I still have?