I loved you in the silent ways—
In passing glances, not bouquets.
In stolen time, in coffee sips,
In words I never let slip past my lips.
You never asked, I never said,
But still, you lived inside my head.
A gentle ache I couldn't name,
A spark too soft to turn to flame.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
I loved you in the silent ways—
In passing glances, not bouquets.
In stolen time, in coffee sips,
In words I never let slip past my lips.
You never asked, I never said,
But still, you lived inside my head.
A gentle ache I couldn't name,
A spark too soft to turn to flame.
Sometimes love doesn’t scream—it just lingers in the silence. 🌫️🖤
