I sit still, quiet as this night is,
Words are mythical and lost,
I could find them perhaps...
The sorceress didn't stun me.

The fan hums, my ears ring,
Do I have tinnitus or my grief?
Nothing's changed, just...
Hushed and quietened.

My silence has been loud,
For as long as I remember,
Only this time, it won't ****,
Only this time, it's hope.

Faith is a weird name, right?
It is a quality I didn't have,
The prince is crowned with it,
Highest quality I was anyways.

The yoda influence is real,
I never believed in try, ever,
I did or did not or I left,
I do and I will for us.

With her eyes worried, she leaned in
"Tell me when you'll be back"
I didn't think or assemble how I felt
"An hour or an hour and half max"

I only thought of getting back to her after,
Every bone and tissue aching to be seen,
A sight only her eyes were allowed to gaze,
My precious lantern, I am yours,

The boy set on fire rushed to return,
A singular vision executed in one shot,
I wanted to, even then she was home,
Where my heart and soul were unchained,

I sit before you, legs crossed and never still,
Blooming from the ashes, I am alive and yours,
Oh how I wish to look upon you, my beloved,
How you must be yearning to hear me laugh,

Until then meet me at the field,
Where we dream fearlessly,
Where we go through it completely,
wanna be yours to you're mine.

Her eyes were pinkish-red that evening,
I wish they stayed that way, blurring it all,
She wouldn't remember me leaving perhaps,
Just a faint memory she swore was real;

Even now, it feels cruel she lived through it,
My absolute helplessness to hold her,
Tell her I'll be back and she'll see me again,
Wanna be yours to you are mine;

I ache to absorb that melancholy from her,
Carry it all, my strength and courage for her,
It's not my grief but hers still I'll claim it,
I never want her to suffer a bit, not even ounce;

Perhaps that evening does mean something,
Maybe it was where hope was born for her,
Suffering bulids character but hope is stronger,
We went through it completely to the last bit;

The ashes of that separation is where we stand,
Hope won and faith was born too, love always was,
We stood on our red thread together with nothing,
Now we're hopeful, faithful and loved than ever,

The tides will change and so will the waves,
We'll only grow, prosper and find our nirvana,
Our yearned sleep, peace and quiet in our house,
We'll read this one there, cry in gratitude and love

To be loved by her is peace, to be cherished by her is quiet,

To be loved by her is warm and soft, to be trusted by her is colours

To be loved by her is art, she bulids a home with words that hold feelings I haven't seen yet,

To be hoped by her is to try see through the walls, only to realise she's always left the door open for you,

To be loved by her is to see God in her eyes,
To be held in faith by her is privilege and priceless,

To be loved by her is to Pray,
I pray to God for my favourite creation of his :)

I am nothing but a silent darkness,
Unheard and unseen, I wish to never return
Even when I leave, there's nothing to feel
Even then, I leave with no joy or glee;

I've been existing in Sheol alone,
The place of unjudged and abandoned,
Even God doesn't shine his light here,
I have been praying into the void;

No matter how or why I move,
I'm always where I was,
I am both Sisyphus and Hades,
The condemned and the executioner;

One fine day, the weight will do it's duty,
The human form is delightfully mortal,
The comedy finally completed,
Sheol will be empty and judged.

My heart is filled with sadness,
My fear of the unknown paralyzed me,
I was hoping to write a happy one,
I'm still new to that so I struggle with it.

Sadness for me has my second skin,
I've been wearing it inside and out,
It's calloused into everything I said and do,
So that's easier for me to write on it.

It only sheds when her eyes look at me,
The moon remains a symbol of hope,
My moon; I'm reborn every time
She calls me her own
and I grow anew in her light.

Mitski wrote 'I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me'

Lana wrote 'But there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight'

Taylor wrote 'Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep,
are you ever dreaming of me?'

Tame Impala wrote ''If only there could be another way to do this, cause it feels like ****** to put your heart through this'

The Weeknd wrote 'when it's time, it won't matter'

I don't ever want to relate any of that ever
in my whole life ahead, I've started
preserving myself as much I can
to spend every second I need, can and want with her.

So I'll write against all the artists I hold dear,
her sweet sunshine believes in he writes ahead :)

''I can stand a world where you see me and see that I tried my best;

You're now here in my arms, my dreams are just stupid silly things, I can't wait to tell you about in the morning and laugh about;

I won't have to wonder if you dream about me because we'll sleep and wake up to each other;

There will be only one way to do it, it's to love you and it will feel like a new life everyday

When it's time, we will matter the most like we always have''

She looked at me smug and cute,
I should have pinched her cheeks softly,
She had supernovas in her eyes,
Just like that, she made outer space boring;

She laughs with such glee and grace,
Falling facedown for reasons I don't know,
Perhaps it's one of her most expressive ways,
How she express her joy and peace;

Oh sweetest of heavens, I could finally gaze,
Those countless beautiful strands of her hair,
Electric and elegant, it disarms me so easy,
Her happiness glowing across all of them;

It must be so clear to her,
The reason of my choice of the book,
Every moment with her is magic, even in sadness, There's no place we'd rather be,
Separated by nothing but people and routine;

We'd never stop talking even, if we were parched, We'd look and know what the other has to say, How beautiful and sacred is that, to known and accepted without effort and thoughts;

I could gaze upon her forever or until she makes her adorable suspicious face,
I'll never have enough and I never want to have enough, she is my nurturing moon who guides me through my nights

How I ache to laugh for her again, to absolutely silly and myself just to see her luminescent, my light in her eyes and my soul in hers, I'll remember and remember until I see them again and find out it's better than reminiscence.

I'll wait and so will she,
Hope rings across oceans,
Hope will win because what it lies on is us,
Together, we're invincible and infinite,
'Times will change'  but we won't, we just won't.