It's just a night where I am checking my phone , picking it up,putting it down, picking it up again, opening our conversation even though there are no new notifications....
can I be the poem and not the poet?
The admired and not the admirer?
The captured and not the capturer?
The written and not the writer?
The loved and not the lover?
Can you be the reason my success feels complete?
The line destiny itself chose to write in my story?
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:26 AM UTC
It's just a night where I am checking my phone , picking it up,putting it down, picking it up again, opening our conversation even though there are no new notifications....
can I be the poem and not the poet?
The admired and not the admirer?
The captured and not the capturer?
The written and not the writer?
The loved and not the lover?
Can you be the reason my success feels complete?
The line destiny itself chose to write in my story?
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