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Do you even care– or do my whispers fade in air? A thousand poems fill my head, unwritten words I’ve never said, each feeling inked but left undone– all of them yours, every one. I hush the thunder in my chest, force trembling pulses into rest, afraid you’ll read what lies between– the hidden lines, the in-between. A single text, your name, your light– and I dissolve, lose every fight. Butterflies, wild, untamed, and free, dance reckless storms inside of me, like I’m a girl of younger days, still lost in love’s first burning blaze. I feel too much– too deep, too wide, no place within myself to hide. So I stand beneath the silver rain, and let it wash away the pain. Its gentle touch, my only peace, a fleeting, fragile, soft release. And when the weight becomes too true, I write, again, I write of you. A moment’s calm, then torn apart– just like your shadow leaves my heart. You come, you go, a ghost, a flame, and never once do you remain. How many times have I been yours? A thousand hearts laid at your doors. Ten years of love that would not bend, a loyal soul without an end. But for what end? For what return? To ache, to break, to watch you turn? To be your warmth when nights grow cold, then left alone once you are whole? You know the truth I cannot hide, you’ve seen the storm I keep inside. If I should fade, if I should flee, would you come searching after me? Or am I just a borrowed light– a fleeting spark within your night? You said that love must be controlled, a fragile thing you have to hold– to wrap it tight, to make it stay, to bend it softly to your way. I was too young, too wild, too free, not something you could ever keep. But time has carved and reshaped me– I’m not the girl I used to be. Still on my knees, I softly pray, if you are wrong– then drift away. Let God unwrite your name from mine, erase the threads of fate and time. Yet here I roam, where storms collide, a stray with nowhere left to hide. Through wind and rain, through dark unknown, still searching for a place called home. ♡ lil-usagi
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
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Do you even care– or do my whispers fade in air? A thousand poems fill my head, unwritten words I’ve never said, each feeling inked but left undone– all of them yours, every one. I hush the thunder in my chest, force trembling pulses into rest, afraid you’ll read what lies between– the hidden lines, the in-between. A single text, your name, your light– and I dissolve, lose every fight. Butterflies, wild, untamed, and free, dance reckless storms inside of me, like I’m a girl of younger days, still lost in love’s first burning blaze. I feel too much– too deep, too wide, no place within myself to hide. So I stand beneath the silver rain, and let it wash away the pain. Its gentle touch, my only peace, a fleeting, fragile, soft release. And when the weight becomes too true, I write, again, I write of you. A moment’s calm, then torn apart– just like your shadow leaves my heart. You come, you go, a ghost, a flame, and never once do you remain. How many times have I been yours? A thousand hearts laid at your doors. Ten years of love that would not bend, a loyal soul without an end. But for what end? For what return? To ache, to break, to watch you turn? To be your warmth when nights grow cold, then left alone once you are whole? You know the truth I cannot hide, you’ve seen the storm I keep inside. If I should fade, if I should flee, would you come searching after me? Or am I just a borrowed light– a fleeting spark within your night? You said that love must be controlled, a fragile thing you have to hold– to wrap it tight, to make it stay, to bend it softly to your way. I was too young, too wild, too free, not something you could ever keep. But time has carved and reshaped me– I’m not the girl I used to be. Still on my knees, I softly pray, if you are wrong– then drift away. Let God unwrite your name from mine, erase the threads of fate and time. Yet here I roam, where storms collide, a stray with nowhere left to hide. Through wind and rain, through dark unknown, still searching for a place called home. ♡ lil-usagi
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
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