Ode to the woman that stayed
Ode to the woman who let her heart deceive her
To the naive heart that only knew love for him
To the young woman who rejected to be saved
To the young woman who had to learn the hard way
Ode to growth
For once she thought love will fix it all
For once she thought it will work all out
For once she thought not all nights are for sleeping
For once she thought she had to give it another shot
Ode to the regret she feels now
To the woman who had to find out the hard way that one sided love doesn't fix it all
To the woman who had to find out the hard way that you do not wait to be validated
Ode to the young heart
Ode to the woman who let love lead her astray
Ode to the one who grew from the ashes
Ode to regret
Ode to true love and chances of it missed, now gone and distant
Ode to the nights....
Ode
Ode to the quiet ache beneath her ribs
To the dreams she folded away like letters unsent
To the girl who watered deserts hoping they’d bloom
To the moon she trusted to pull back tides of hurt
Ode to the woman with trembling hands
Who stitched herself together thread by thread
Ode to the voice that rose out of broken things
Like dawn breaking through a window she once closed
Ode to her becoming
tender, relentless
Ode to the bones that learned how to bend without snapping
To the spine strengthened by every no she swallowed
To the heart that still opened after winter
Ode to the woman that stayed long past her own comfort
Yet somehow still found her way home
Ode to the love she learned to pour inward
Rich, patient, golden as morning light
Ode to the lesson
To the wound that taught her wisdom
To the memory that softens, though never disappears
Ode
to her rebirth.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
Ode to the woman that stayed
Ode to the woman who let her heart deceive her
To the naive heart that only knew love for him
To the young woman who rejected to be saved
To the young woman who had to learn the hard way
Ode to growth
For once she thought love will fix it all
For once she thought it will work all out
For once she thought not all nights are for sleeping
For once she thought she had to give it another shot
Ode to the regret she feels now
To the woman who had to find out the hard way that one sided love doesn't fix it all
To the woman who had to find out the hard way that you do not wait to be validated
Ode to the young heart
Ode to the woman who let love lead her astray
Ode to the one who grew from the ashes
Ode to regret
Ode to true love and chances of it missed, now gone and distant
Ode to the nights....
Ode
Ode to the quiet ache beneath her ribs
To the dreams she folded away like letters unsent
To the girl who watered deserts hoping they’d bloom
To the moon she trusted to pull back tides of hurt
Ode to the woman with trembling hands
Who stitched herself together thread by thread
Ode to the voice that rose out of broken things
Like dawn breaking through a window she once closed
Ode to her becoming
tender, relentless
Ode to the bones that learned how to bend without snapping
To the spine strengthened by every no she swallowed
To the heart that still opened after winter
Ode to the woman that stayed long past her own comfort
Yet somehow still found her way home
Ode to the love she learned to pour inward
Rich, patient, golden as morning light
Ode to the lesson
To the wound that taught her wisdom
To the memory that softens, though never disappears
Ode
to her rebirth.
Ode to the lesson