I wrote about him,
The guy I loved with all my heart.
My hands moved on their own,
As if they knew something,
I don't.
But only if I was educated enough,
that writing it can bruise my heart.
As the words inked to the pages,
I couldn't realise,
I'm loosing him.
Only if knew about the curse,
Maybe I could save myself to be crushed.
I wish I could go back,
Stop myself from writing it all.
Just give me one chance,
I'll go back and fix it all.
I wish I never learned,
The art of words.
I wish I never wrote,
About my love.
Why the nip didn't break,
As I started to create.
Why the pages didn't torn,
As I wrote his name.
Why I didn't lost my art,
The words and metaphors,
Maybe I could save him.
Maybe if I hadn't write,
He could be still here,
Beside me,
Embracing me,
Loving me.
I wrote about him,
And curse snatched him.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I wrote about him,
The guy I loved with all my heart.
My hands moved on their own,
As if they knew something,
I don't.
But only if I was educated enough,
that writing it can bruise my heart.
As the words inked to the pages,
I couldn't realise,
I'm loosing him.
Only if knew about the curse,
Maybe I could save myself to be crushed.
I wish I could go back,
Stop myself from writing it all.
Just give me one chance,
I'll go back and fix it all.
I wish I never learned,
The art of words.
I wish I never wrote,
About my love.
Why the nip didn't break,
As I started to create.
Why the pages didn't torn,
As I wrote his name.
Why I didn't lost my art,
The words and metaphors,
Maybe I could save him.
Maybe if I hadn't write,
He could be still here,
Beside me,
Embracing me,
Loving me.
I wrote about him,
And curse snatched him.
