A silent promise,
Whispered low,
My love to you began to grow.
And yet stolen glances
Turned into lost chances,
Where did all that love go?
Do the pleading eyes
And desperate tries
Just fade away?
No.
But slowly the ember dies,
Aching for a glimpse
From your eyes,
Lost in a sea of forlorn despair.
And yet it never comes.
Soon,
That love grows dull,
And the sharp words
Bang in my skull,
Telling me you can
Never love me.
And in the mirror,
A stranger stares
Weak, pitiful,
A lifeless glare.
And yet,
Love foregoes the empty...
It's all that's there.
My silent promise to you is this:
Your ghost,
I will always bear.

It’s no surprise
that kindness feels so sweet
when you’ve been starving ,
even crumbs are a treat.

It’s easy to miss,
but the truth is this:
a little kindness
can feel like bliss

They said,"If it's meant to be ..."
And I believed it ,not as a promise,
Bt as quiet understanding:
That love cannot be chased,
And fate is not a thing you beg for.

So I stopped waiting.
I became the rescue,
The solace,
The steady.

And if it's meant to be,
Let if find me whole ,
Not waiting,
Bt living.

They left,
The world moved,
And silence sat beside me
Not as a punishment,
Bt as a reminder:
I am all I need.

just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did