When the sun scorches my skin,
When the waves drag me deep,
When the night is dark enough
To haunt me in my sleep—

He knows. He is there.
Strong, though fear may find him,
Steady, though storms may blind him.

He embraces my weakness,
Sees beyond my sight,
Guides me toward wholeness,
Loves me without end.

Thank you, Father.

I misheard your emotions, I misheard your needs,
I misheard my own heart, now regret counts the beats.
I misheard your plans and acted like I didn’t care,
Now that I’m without you, your absence is all I hear

Your name still meddles in the wind,
My friends know not to mention you anymore, but someone else did
I got out of the car, without a fight when you told me goodbye,
Please come back before the distance settles in,
I know I didn’t offer what you needed, but I will give you the world if you let me try

If Truth & Love are an object; I’m objective to that statement;
For the girl of my dreams — I’m maybe lucid dreaming,
Or just another hopeless insomniac; a hopeless romantic!

Dreamt up love stories – mostly are their unhappy endings;
Falling in love, while quietly hoping my feelings aren’t,
The only ones to catch me; it’s all going to be so tragic!

Falling too hard now — having no means to get up;
Having no pieces of a heart left, to cope with the feeling,
Of breaking up; knowing I’ll start to act so dramatic!

These are the insecurities of being in love;
It's so rough; the one I once loved became so traumatic!

I feel your gaze through the image on my screen—
the screen that binds our hearts in silence.
In the quiet between us lives a bond,
gentle, certain, and unwavering.

But oh, how I long for your touch
to linger on my skin—again and again.
Your grasp still hums within me,
like a memory, faint yet alive.

Ah—what lies between us aches in my chest,
until your lips curve, and I breathe again.
I close my eyes,
but the laughter in yours still peeks through—
soft, steady, kind, and soothing.

You may not know it,
but you are my four-leaf clover.
When the light dimmed,
you were the one who brought it back to me.

Your words carry belief—
not loud, but certain—
and somehow, that’s enough.

We had never truly known
what affection or passion looked like.
But you, my darling,
you didn’t just tell me what love is—
you showed me.

Of all the chances life could give,
you were the one it gifted me.

It’s looks so perfect.
Somehow in those 60 seconds,
Everything aligns so perfectly,
I just stare at the clock,
How good times looks.

But now it reminds me
Of how imperfect life is for me now
I lost someone so perfect,
Who always made me feel so aligned.

I would stare into those rich eyes,
Like I stare at the clock,
And things would feel perfect.
But others just see us as ugly.

So now when I look at the clock
I don’t see 11:11
I see you.
Baby,
You’re my 11:11 forever.

If I had an hour left to live,
I'd spend it here,
Throw some kind of party,
Invite everyone I knew,

Because I would die a legend,

But I know I wouldn't attend,
I'd sneak away with you,
Spend my final moment kissing you.