8 billion people,
8 billion faces,
8 billion hearts and souls.
And when I’m staring back at yours.
Your messy hair,
Your dazing eyes,
Your gentle dimple.
Never compares to the 8 billion people that seems nothingness when I’m staring back at you.
Starry eyes
Shining soul
Galaxies worth of how much love I feel for you,
So far away – dancing in the midnight
The lengths people go to have their own.
I have mine – my star doesn’t live among the night sky,
But rather stays in my arms, my dear star, ___.
For my love lives like a star – lasts forever for how I could not learn to not love you.
And if there was a cliff following in the shadow, falling into nothingness
I would chase you to the end just so you can turn around
For me to see your face, I watch a heaven living in a body.
My love – the last thing I choose to see. I choose you – as my end would mean nothing if I never saw you.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
8 billion people,
8 billion faces,
8 billion hearts and souls.
And when I’m staring back at yours.
Your messy hair,
Your dazing eyes,
Your gentle dimple.
Never compares to the 8 billion people that seems nothingness when I’m staring back at you.
Starry eyes
Shining soul
Galaxies worth of how much love I feel for you,
So far away – dancing in the midnight
The lengths people go to have their own.
I have mine – my star doesn’t live among the night sky,
But rather stays in my arms, my dear star, ___.
For my love lives like a star – lasts forever for how I could not learn to not love you.
And if there was a cliff following in the shadow, falling into nothingness
I would chase you to the end just so you can turn around
For me to see your face, I watch a heaven living in a body.
My love – the last thing I choose to see. I choose you – as my end would mean nothing if I never saw you.
this love poem only exists on paper now because the love didn't last in his heart. I'm sorry ___
