you're that favourite song i always chose to listen to,
despite my mood.
you're that kind of weather i'd crave for,
whenever i feel low.
you're that kind of food,
i'd choose to eat anytime.
you're that cloud up there,
looking at me and protecting me from sunlight.
you're that kind of blue ink;
that every poetry I write about love,
would have an essence of you.
you're that kind of house,
which i turned it into my home.
you're that water i'd need, when am thirsty.
out of all the people i ever met, i met you.
out of all the thousand people,
we still met and held hands.
perhaps, destiny?
destiny made a way for us,
when i thought i would never chose myself to fall in love,
i fell again and again.
yours,
jaanu.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
you're that favourite song i always chose to listen to,
despite my mood.
you're that kind of weather i'd crave for,
whenever i feel low.
you're that kind of food,
i'd choose to eat anytime.
you're that cloud up there,
looking at me and protecting me from sunlight.
you're that kind of blue ink;
that every poetry I write about love,
would have an essence of you.
you're that kind of house,
which i turned it into my home.
you're that water i'd need, when am thirsty.
out of all the people i ever met, i met you.
out of all the thousand people,
we still met and held hands.
perhaps, destiny?
destiny made a way for us,
when i thought i would never chose myself to fall in love,
i fell again and again.
yours,
jaanu.