I weave this poem before sunrise,
barely realizing how quick time flies,
feeling my heart tangled in tender ties,
I think of you when I close my eyes;

in relentless motion, our chaos dance
synchronizing pain and growth by chance
I held my fragile heart for such romance,
you know well to throw me off my stance

but everything I touch, shatters
and everything that hurts, matters
you're the solace and home my soul would seek,
so I would love you from afar, because that's how my heart speak.

IA

in the vast majority of galaxies,
and written down histories
I think it's beautiful we exist in the same era;
weaving tales of friendship, love and ephemera.

IA ☕

my poems sway of love, tragedy, and growth
and at most times, you tug me into undead thoughts

a moment to reminisce into a play of illusion,
we sat across each other, making the most of there is
your existence, your memory forms a remarkable fusion
you're a masterpiece sitting before me, a view I long to seize

you were a nostalgic daydream from the past,
you held my hand, captivated my eyes, with a spell of love you cast.

you were there before me, alive in a memory and illusion
slapping myself back to reality; you're undead but gone and changed
I am haunted by a romantic, untold tale that left me estranged
this is a play of illusion, nothing but a subconscious' work, I stare at the empty space, reaching a dead-end conclusion.

IA