I dressed the night in hope’s soft lace,
Lit candles just in case you came.
Each second sighed against the glass—
A whisper breathing out your name.

The wind rehearsed your gentle knock,
The stars leaned close to watch me wait.
I poured the tea, two cups, then one—
And let the silence meditate.

My shadow danced alone with time,
The hours sank into my skin.
I swore I saw you in the dark,
But it was just the ache within.
But I still waited

Through moonlight’s fade and dawn’s soft cry—
The chair grew colder by the hour,
My arms, outstretched in silent why.
The night collapsed into the day,
And all my words had burned away.
But I still waited

Sway 🥀 🦅

It’s to cluttered
Open the window to my soul
Let me be heard
Detox the negativity that surrounds me
Keeping me imprisoned in my own perception of life
Drowning me in grief
This poor soul is shattered
Making it impossible to fix
Somebody please open the **** window
My soul is crying for help
Air supply is frail
Making it hard to breathe
Maybe a little laughter is what i need
A smile that spreads like sea
Let the light seep through the crevices
Breaking me free

Dying is a drag,
but I'd take it any day over being alive,
especially on wednesdays.
Life ***** on wednesdays.
Caught nowhere
between here and there,
you stumble,
you doubt if you're going back or forward,
whether you die or you are born;
but yet,
time keeps moving
and you can't fall behind.
Time keeps moving
between birth and death,
one way only,
no refounds.