He became my what if 's ,
When I wanted him to be my sacred kiss .
He's like the perfect sketch I'm scared to touch,
When I'm the rough draft everyone overlooks.
He's the middle page I scribbled my thoughts in,
But I became the blank page where the story stops.
Now I linger in the dreams we spun,
Which we never had the courage to own .
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 5:46 AM UTC
He became my what if 's ,
When I wanted him to be my sacred kiss .
He's like the perfect sketch I'm scared to touch,
When I'm the rough draft everyone overlooks.
He's the middle page I scribbled my thoughts in,
But I became the blank page where the story stops.
Now I linger in the dreams we spun,
Which we never had the courage to own .
This is the first thing I've ever written. I got this newfound interest in writing, so I just picked up my journal and wrote this. Do let me know how is it