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She is a free bird, let her take off freely in the sky.
"It's not the time to weep.
Go, you've got a crowd to sate."
#random but maybe #JE
I hope it rains when I'm holding your hands again.
I tried everything in
my power to forget you.
For wanting the lane
we created to dissipate.
But then I still find
myself whispering your name
Wondering whether you do it too.
Love is a flame that burns bright,
A beacon that shines in darkest night.
It warms the heart and lights the way,
Guiding us through each new day.
It's a feeling that makes us strong,
A melody that plays all day long.
It fills us up with joy and bliss,
And nothing in the world compares to this.
It's the bond between two hearts that beat as one,
A journey that's just begun.
It's the reason we keep going, keep trying,
For love is the thing that makes life worth living.
There's a part of me that loves the spaces in between, where lingers the words I could've said but couldn't, only making me wait and look forward to the next time we meet, there is this sanguinity amidst this space that I don't count this moment to be our last, and like the shore, I await you, the wave tied to it, counting every second of this departure with the affection I share with you, intensifying it every time.
Though these spaces are often wide, I embrace the surge of longing they bring, for I believe whatever time would borrow from me, it would return it to me sweeter than what it used to be.
These spaces in between, the words they bridge, and the lines they dangle in between, they become more cherishable, more intense as the silence they leave on the tongue only to fetch memories to you, of beings beloved, of destinations marked of nostalgia.
Just how aromatic they are of things we love, these spaces, they are ever so evident of them despite the stretch we trace to reach them.
And oh ironic it is, these spaces in between weren't empty after all, rather impregnated with essences of love ever so irreplaceable.
Dark morning's stillness,
World awaits with bated breath,
New dawn breaks in light.
I don't like being in the shadows, yet here I'll choose to stay, so comfortably.
One day my love for you will fade,
And my heart will be free again.
No, you are not at fault, dear.
You never were.
You were just being you,
And that doesn't make you a sinner.