I've penned letters and poems with only you in mind,
but they've stayed folded in silence,
perhaps because I'm afraid…
Afraid that you've shut me out,
that your heart no longer finds room for mine.
So now, I take my final bow from this stage we've shared,
but I leave the door gently ajar,
in case your heart ever turns back.
Thank you for loving me,
even if only for a season.
Those were golden days,
Carved forever in the quiet corners of my soul.
I’ll never forget you,
I’ll always love you,
my beautiful king,
with a smile that lit up my world
and eyes I could drown in, willingly.
I hope, somehow, this finds you.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
I've penned letters and poems with only you in mind,
but they've stayed folded in silence,
perhaps because I'm afraid…
Afraid that you've shut me out,
that your heart no longer finds room for mine.
So now, I take my final bow from this stage we've shared,
but I leave the door gently ajar,
in case your heart ever turns back.
Thank you for loving me,
even if only for a season.
Those were golden days,
Carved forever in the quiet corners of my soul.
I’ll never forget you,
I’ll always love you,
my beautiful king,
with a smile that lit up my world
and eyes I could drown in, willingly.
I hope, somehow, this finds you.