I long for the days, where I'll stop worrying,
About who will share your most precious moments,
About who is granted the privilege of your side,
And make your lovely heart, beat, and dance.
About which beach was fortunate enough,
To delicately kiss your pretty feet, with its warm sand,
About the lucky birds on your path, that sang for your name,
And feasted on the sweetness of your laugh.
About the clouds, did they let the sun, soothe you delicately?
Or did they paint your skies, and, for a tender millisecond,
My thought crossed your racing mind?
About you, simply you, are you ok? Or mad? Or grateful? Or scared? Or happy?
If you feel good, wherever you are, with peace bathing in your mind,
If you keep working towards your goals, forever eager to do more,
If your precious ojitos found mystical delights, to lay upon,
If you felt creative, and took magnificent photographs,
To accompany you, in moments of doubt, and create lovely memories.
But now, I just worry.
I know those days are already lost in the blizzard of my future,
But I still want to hope, that one day, I'll feel free,
From my favourite gift, powerful, but bittersweet.
I want to hope for the days, where I'll become strong,
So strong, my doubts will fly away, high in the sky, chasing the clouds,
And leave me with only your sweet, lovely warmth, to embrace.
And I would count, with passion, to those who want to hear,
How bright my favourite star shines, how caring and delicate,
Like the sweetest flower in the garden, charming and colorful,
How magical, a wanted presence can be, healing and tender.
I'll tell them about life, and they'd all fall in love with my sun,
They wouldn't need to burn, but I'll be understood.
But now, it's time to sleep,
The moon is shining,
And not going anywhere.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
I long for the days, where I'll stop worrying,
About who will share your most precious moments,
About who is granted the privilege of your side,
And make your lovely heart, beat, and dance.
About which beach was fortunate enough,
To delicately kiss your pretty feet, with its warm sand,
About the lucky birds on your path, that sang for your name,
And feasted on the sweetness of your laugh.
About the clouds, did they let the sun, soothe you delicately?
Or did they paint your skies, and, for a tender millisecond,
My thought crossed your racing mind?
About you, simply you, are you ok? Or mad? Or grateful? Or scared? Or happy?
If you feel good, wherever you are, with peace bathing in your mind,
If you keep working towards your goals, forever eager to do more,
If your precious ojitos found mystical delights, to lay upon,
If you felt creative, and took magnificent photographs,
To accompany you, in moments of doubt, and create lovely memories.
But now, I just worry.
I know those days are already lost in the blizzard of my future,
But I still want to hope, that one day, I'll feel free,
From my favourite gift, powerful, but bittersweet.
I want to hope for the days, where I'll become strong,
So strong, my doubts will fly away, high in the sky, chasing the clouds,
And leave me with only your sweet, lovely warmth, to embrace.
And I would count, with passion, to those who want to hear,
How bright my favourite star shines, how caring and delicate,
Like the sweetest flower in the garden, charming and colorful,
How magical, a wanted presence can be, healing and tender.
I'll tell them about life, and they'd all fall in love with my sun,
They wouldn't need to burn, but I'll be understood.
But now, it's time to sleep,
The moon is shining,
And not going anywhere.
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