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  Tonight, I cry for something unknown, love, or a fleeting feeling that’s grown yet deep within, it echoes deep, a truth that even silence keeps. These past two months have shifted time, a simple girl, in quiet rhyme. not one to fit your passions’ beat, or walk beside where your interests meet. Still, here I am, without a reason, loving you in this strange season. may happiness find you, soft and true, and love surround in all you do.

The tangled path we walk, leaves me wanting to know more of you. Sometimes this feeling feels off-track, but with you, it feels so true. I can’t always find the words to say, just wanna seem calm and okay. All I know is I don’t want this to end, even if we’re not quite what they’d call “a trend.” I don’t know what name we’d give, this thing we share, this way we live, but knowing you—feels right, feels free. Thank you, truly, for just being  you  with me.

It sounds cliché, but this is what I feel now, I’m tired of denial, tired of the vow To keep my heart in quiet restraint, Tired of fighting, but I can't complain. It hurts—this silence I wear so well, Each unspoken word, a quiet hell. I know you don’t feel the same way, I know you look at others, while I stay In the shadows, just an ordinary face, Busy with friends, lost in life’s pace. I’m not unique, not someone who shines, Not the girl you’d notice between the lines. I know I’m not what you’d find intriguing, Just another soul, wandering, fleeting. And if you ever feel like a homebody yapper, You’re wrong—I see so much more than chatter. Haven’t you felt it in the way I look at you? You’re not ordinary—you’re someone true. You’re cool, amazing, with depths I admire, Talented, kind, with a quiet fire. You’re more than perfect, just being you, No need for change, no need for something new. I know I was quiet when we first met, It’s because I was nervous, not sure how to forget The...

For the first time in my life, I find myself so surprised, Stepping beyond familiar walls, Now, I’m out of my comfort zone. A whirlwind of feelings surrounds me— Happy, excited, confused, But sadness lingers too, Like a shadow that whispers, "Can you really belong here?"

Is it that I am unworthy of love’s embrace, Or does love itself find me beneath its grace? Is it not my heart but love that’s out of place, Because within, I dwell in an empty space?

I pour my heart into every connection, offering my best to those I believe deserve all the good things, yet often find these relationships fleeting and shallow, leaving me questioning if my generosity is truly valued.  As I give and give, I wonder if my worth is only tied to what I can offer others, not to what I receive in return. Am I deserving of the same care and affection I extend so freely, or am I meant to remain a giver without equal return, seeking solace in a world that seems to value my love only in the moment it is given?

Your duty’s done, the job is through, I’m left feeling drained and lost, with nothing to do. I try my best with all my might, But I’m stuck in the dark, out of sight. I’m pushing hard, but it feels in vain, Nothing seems to ease this strain. I’m giving my all, yet nothing can mend, Just a tired heart, with no way to pretend.