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Lyn May 2023
The distance between us,
Who dare to draw it?
Who dare to shorten our time?
Who dare to took you from my sight?

My eyes are thirsty to have you in it,
Thirsty to meet the source of its sparks,
The source of its mesmerized gaze.

The distance,
Build an empty space,
A space, where i treasure our memories.
A space, where it is empty yet you could make me feel whole.
A space, where it is belongs to you.
Lyn Apr 2023
like a tiny jump that i made every time i saw flowers, that's how you makes me feel like. Happiness.

like a mesmerized looks that i made every time i saw the sun sets, that's how you makes me feel like. Warmth.

i will make a flowery path for you, just like how you did to mine.
i will be the rainbow after your rainy days, just like what you did to me.
Lyn Apr 2023
It comes to a realization,
Happiness itself is
Not enough,
A peaceful mind
A peaceful heart,
It is.
Fall in love with your life. Fall in love with its simple things. Fall in love with you, yourself.
Lyn Mar 2022
what kind of feeling is this?
strange yet familiar
i want to escape,
yet this feeling
somehow comforting,
is it? or am i used to it?

step by step,
i keep walking forward,
nothing, no one,
but myself.

unending hole,
when will it ends?
where is my sky?
where is my moon?
Lyn Mar 2022
On an ordinary day,
when the sun hasn’t even wake up,
I made my way, to greet my favorite flower,
a strong, and a beautiful kind,
staring at her, was my most favorite thing.
Yet, on that ordinary day,
The unexpected, strong wind came,
He took her, petals by petals,
and left me with none.
Lyn Feb 2022
Unsaid feelings filled
His heart,
It overflowed, yet
He continues to
Tidy it up,
And let his soul,
Warmth by tears.
Sometimes we find it difficult to be open about our feelings and emotions, we keep them deep down in our heart, hoping that someday they fade away and disappear, but they sit still waiting for us to free them, and at the end of the day, the warm tears finally free them.
Lyn Jan 2022
feels strange,
as if it was stored somewhere,
as if, it was things
that I can hold,
but, I,
lost it,
the memories,
thought I can hold it
yet, I lost it
it walks away,
followed you,
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