I’d be with you, It’d be you,
standing under a dim streetlamp
fallen stars turned into streetlamps, still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d pity myself… if the delusion hadn’t felt like hope
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade
"Dreaming of You", quietly replayed
-8/11/2024

What if it works out?
What if I prove myself wrong?,
and the promises i made with you
end up being the ones that last forever?
What if this path isn’t a wander, but a return?
What if there is other side to the coin
held the truth I never got?
What if I return, only to find I don’t belong?
What if the promises i made
were only there to make me feel lost?
What if these “What if’s” I carry
are the one’s I finally leave behind?
-19/04/2025

we meet in the near future,
just like the good old days
sharing every little thing that still matters
like galaxies drawn to each other in the dark
I miss you like Pluto misses being called a planet
a little left out, but still orbiting, still here
for that one quiet moment
we get to do it all again, the way we were,
but this time, with everything we’ve learned
with all the hope I never stopped carrying
...
But not all stars collide again
Some just pass, pretending they never remembered