#stargazers
Lilies mean I dare you to love me,
Yet no one ever dared before.
She wore unworthiness like armour,
Too afraid to ask for more.
But then their souls collided softly,
A feeling whispered, old yet new.
As if their atoms once had danced,
As if her heart already knew.
Stargazers were her favourite flowers,
Pink petals stretching toward the sky.
She never thought she’d be deserving,
Yet he brought them—without a why.
He told her love was hard to give,
That words don’t spill from heart to tongue.
But every act, each quiet moment,
Spoke of love he left unsung.
The day he gave her stargazers,
She learned that she could bloom as well.
That love was not a war to fight,
But something safe where she could dwell.
Still, they have never said the words,
Three small ones locked behind their lips.
But love is felt in all the ways
That words may falter, break, or slip.
And if they never pass through her,
Then may they come from him instead.
For she could never bear to hear
“I love you” from another’s breath.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
I loved Him
Like the moon loved the stars
I studied him
Like the stargazers
A masterpiece
Please be mine
Never to be mine
Two planets
With different routes
Desperately wanting.
I destroyed myself
For you.
So that my meteors
Would go closer
Than I ever could,
I’m yours for good
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
The serene sea possessed the moon's gleam
The galaxies of stars make shine the images of the buildings
The whole night we were stargazing
And the morning dew in the grass as cold as the air enveloping our bodies
At this moment, your lips are the skies
And we found the most beautiful constellation of the night.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC