A muse to me for all these years,
Got someone really special — my tears.
All the nights and days I spend,
Thinking of it, like a child about
his favourite cartoons again.

I need time for the things I’ve done,
Just a little hug, just some affirmation.
You despise me for being a tranquil soul…
But I still wanna be in your life —
even if it's just a quiet role.

Among the people of music
I caught a glimpse of a sun- kissed boy
He carried the softness of his melodies
in his flute - yet unknown but still cute.

brown skin and charming features ,
A spark that stirs forgotten creatures
He glowed like the gods in stories old,
his voice turned my heart into gold.

stolen glances and tiny distractions,
No need of names for such attraction.
I know him only through sights and sighs,
Enough to listen songs from silent eyes.

He walked through the corridor like a passing thought,
A soul I never dare to speak to
he had something in his eyes behind those blue glasses,
I gave him a secret name known only to me
Four years slipped by , not a single word exchanged,
Just fleeting glances, quietly arranged
Framed glasses , a gummy smile,
that once caught me , making life feel worth living
Different from each other but never made a single change in the story,
His eyes, the way he laughs and the voice was like for a poet like me
Once fleeting presence, now an immortal in my poetry.

She waits by her window, watching the rain,
Building summers to archive the pain.
But she never wakes to truly see,
A past she holds, yet longs to flee.

A safe from yesterday lies deep inside,
But her heart still says, "He's captive, confined."
Wanting and winding through restless nights,
Chasing the echoes of lost love's light.

She loved with all she had to give,
Yet love was not hers to truly live.
For the man she knew had changed his way,
A stranger now, too far to stay.

And when, at last, she dared to try,
To love again, to not deny—
Each love letter, each whispered dream,
Was torn apart at every seam.

Every person she ever adored,
Turned her away, just like before.
Just like the one she gave her heart,
Only to watch it fall apart.

A rainy, aroused storm — a shade?
A daydream?
A melancholy?
An imaginary soul... or a silhouette.

Drenched in water, knowing all these tears
would hide.
Why someone like him?

Oh, his muse of his mind
breathed in the silhouette of stars.

When it smiles,
he glides.
When it comes,
he echoes.

A rainy, aroused lightning — shiny and black.
He thought: like her hair,
Heaven's shack,
for a silhouette dreamer.