‎In the eyes you offered, I searched for a home
‎A place to rest my heart, to call my own
‎But the more I looked, the more I felt astray
‎A dance of doubts, in disarray
‎
‎Your silent screams, a desperate plea
‎"We can't be friends," your heart would say to me
‎But mine, a battlefield, where love and fear would fight
‎Leaving me with just a shadow of what's right
‎
‎In the infarction of our love, I felt the pain
‎A heart once whole, now fractured, in vain
‎I struggled to distinguish love from mere desire
‎A toxic entanglement, that set my soul on fire
‎
‎Now, as I look back, I see the signs
‎A love that was never meant to be mine
‎But in the embers, of what we used to be
‎I'll find the strength, to break free.

You are bold,
You are confident,
You are strong,
You just have to believe.

Little mistakes speak volumes.
The volumes your heart aches when told.

Low self esteem eating deep,
You got no one.

The eyes staring at you,
They accusing you
Without words, you know.

My hands and legs,
Quivering like leafs.
I hate myself for my low self confidence.

We are the backbones,  
We care.  
For the sick, we stand and fight,  
Advocating day and night.

In the shadows of white coats,  
We follow their lead.  
Through tears and pain,  
We endure,  
Because the sick are our need.

In the turmoil of the wards,  
We calm the storm.  
We keep the hospital steady,  
In every form.

Though often overlooked,  
We are the silent core.  
The health sector's lifeblood,  
Its operating system and more.

The comfort of the sick—  
Our unwavering aim.  
Their well-being is our pride,  
And their healing, our claim.

They prayed for a miracle.
A miracle to restore their lost crown.

Fate smiled,
Answering with grace.

An Angel, they believed could heal their broken throne.

They placed their hopes on her wings.
The Angel eager to lift their spirits,
But beneath the weight, she trembled,
Feeling unworthy, fearing she might fall.

Only a miracle,
The Angel also prays,
To lift them high,
For this is her calling,
To make them royal once more.

Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.