He’s always been unlucky with hearts,
Yet hope still found its quiet way.
Then came her smile, soft like a start,
That lit his sky for two small days.
She moved ahead, as she should do,
No blame, no ache he’d send her way.
Just thankful that he somehow knew,
A gentle soul if just for two days.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
He’s always been unlucky with hearts,
Yet hope still found its quiet way.
Then came her smile, soft like a start,
That lit his sky for two small days.
She moved ahead, as she should do,
No blame, no ache he’d send her way.
Just thankful that he somehow knew,
A gentle soul if just for two days.
