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I remember the moment you left without a word,
like silence louder than anything i’d heard.
my heart didn’t break — it shattered unseen,
like glass in the dark, quiet and mean.

I wonder, what if we never meet up.
Would it hurt me like it won't heal up..?
or will time just cover it up,
like dust on a never-sipped cup?
cause i made a promise to my heart not to hurt again,..you sured came back but you are not mine in this life we left and thats our path w memories
it was the rain, when i first felt the pain
it was the summer, when i yearn to shimmer
it was the autumn, when i tried to be sweeten
and,it was october, when i find the night much sober
or
was it that night when there is no sight of love and life
or was it the change and wreck from which i scared to fight
May 12 · 22
HOPE
ayushikori01 May 12
that little light of that hope at night
seems to me like u stole my peace out of spite.
May 10 · 41
Will you?
ayushikori01 May 10
In the darkness will u light up the candle for a while,
In these hot days of summer,,,,
Will you talk to me with a smile
When the sky forgets to rain and the winds lose their song,
Will you sit by my side, where the quiet belongs?

Will you trace stars on my wrist,with fingers so light,
Mapping galaxies gently in the hush of the night?
Will you hum lullabies when the silence feels deep,
And guard all my dreams in the corners of sleep?

Will you hold my name like a prayer in the breeze,
When the moon hides away behind trembling trees?
And if I forget how to bloom or to sway,
Will you water my roots and ask me to stay?

Will you catch all the pieces I leave in the air,
The smiles I fake, the burdens I bear?
In the chaos of dusk, in the hush after cries,
Will you still find me beneath my disguise
May 10 · 43
Just stay!
ayushikori01 May 10
Maybe we'll meet again on rainy days,
With yearning hearts and tearful haze.
Soaked eyes, drenched streets that knew,
Will stand in silence, staring at you.

The quagmire in my mind may still,
As time bends softly to my will.
I wonder—will the flowers bloom?
Or fade again in morning’s gloom?

My heart will search for innocence lost,
For peace, no matter what the cost.
The storms inside, they’ll cease to roar,
And gently drift to calmer shore.

— The End —