Whenever she opens her eyes, she writes poetry,
And with every breath, she pens dreams effortlessly.

Whenever she talks, the universe leans in to hear,
Whenever she thinks, she paints skies crystal clear.

Whenever she's near, my soul finds its beat,
Yet somehow, we're strangers, destined never to meet.

all we know is school,
i have to spend the rest of my life after either working nine to five,
or starve to make my dream come true,
and after all of that i’ll peak either ending,
and then all that will be left for me is death.

I write about you nonstop
I write about you until my head is throbbing and ribbons are rolling down my cheeks
Until my heart is hammering in my chest
Until I come to my senses and worry about other things
Important things

Wings of Love

My soul heard your call,
opened wide the door of my heart,
and I let you in.

Together, we cherished the temple within,
where love resided,
basking in its beauty and light.

But then, ego haunted you,
made you its prisoner.
Now you’re bound,
trapped within its chains.

I am here,
flying on wings of love,
surrendered to the sky of my heart.
I wait for you to find your wings,
to break free,
to rise beyond ego’s grasp.

Rise up,
find me.

I am here,
waiting.
Find the wings of love and surrender—
break free.
Come, let’s soar together
in the sky of our hearts.

I am here,
waiting.
Rise up,
find me,
with wings of love.

Exhausted

I’m exhausted,
chasing the wind,
trying to hold in my palm
what was meant to be infinite.

You’re that unreachable breeze—
let me feel you from afar.
I’m too worn to keep running,
too tired to grasp you.