when days turn hard,
I close my eyes,
to see what's left
inside me.
when nights stretch long,
I cry quietly,
into softness that never judged.
life is too dark,
blindfolds my sight
but will peek through it,
to find that ray.
this human heart
still will fly,
even with burnt wings.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
when days turn hard,
I close my eyes,
to see what's left
inside me.
when nights stretch long,
I cry quietly,
into softness that never judged.
life is too dark,
blindfolds my sight
but will peek through it,
to find that ray.
this human heart
still will fly,
even with burnt wings.
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