For the one I’ve never tried to hide,
Who pulled and pushed my strings with ease —
Even if I lose, I fall in rhymes,
And through each tear, I’d smile for thee.
For your eyes, I could never lie,
They shine right through, unmask my soul,
They whisper my name without a sound,
Where words can’t reach, your silence told.
Your soul — it’s not a fortune found,
But something words can’t quite define,
I hold as though my palms were made,
To fit this fragile grip of thine.
If you should slip, then let me fall,
Crash to the ground, but not from you,
For if above me’s where you are,
That’s where I’ll keep my gaze fixed too.
This ride need not be you and me,
If fate drifts you to other skies,
Just don’t forget, I’m still below,
Still lifting my head to meet your eyes.
Leave me with the noise and crowds,
While I build a home for you in dreams,
To keep you safe, like stories told,
In tender tones no soul redeems.
I hope you see stars each passing night,
Before your dreams pull you away,
While I’ll be here, just picturing you,
Before my own night turns to day.
It need not be me you return to,
If warmer worlds can mend your blue,
For even through the ache and sting —
I’ll stay,
Helplessly devoted to you.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
For the one I’ve never tried to hide,
Who pulled and pushed my strings with ease —
Even if I lose, I fall in rhymes,
And through each tear, I’d smile for thee.
For your eyes, I could never lie,
They shine right through, unmask my soul,
They whisper my name without a sound,
Where words can’t reach, your silence told.
Your soul — it’s not a fortune found,
But something words can’t quite define,
I hold as though my palms were made,
To fit this fragile grip of thine.
If you should slip, then let me fall,
Crash to the ground, but not from you,
For if above me’s where you are,
That’s where I’ll keep my gaze fixed too.
This ride need not be you and me,
If fate drifts you to other skies,
Just don’t forget, I’m still below,
Still lifting my head to meet your eyes.
Leave me with the noise and crowds,
While I build a home for you in dreams,
To keep you safe, like stories told,
In tender tones no soul redeems.
I hope you see stars each passing night,
Before your dreams pull you away,
While I’ll be here, just picturing you,
Before my own night turns to day.
It need not be me you return to,
If warmer worlds can mend your blue,
For even through the ache and sting —
I’ll stay,
Helplessly devoted to you.