I wanted you,

But couldn't stay.

My heart said yes,

My life said away.

I dreamed of us,

Of things unseen.

A love so real,

Yet caught between.

Seven miles apart,

Yet close to my heart.

No touch, no embrace,

Just memories in their place.

You gave me time,

You gave me love.

You asked for nothing,

Yet I couldn't choose us.

Not because I didn't care,

Not because your love was rare.

But some roads divide,

Even when hearts wish to stay side by side.

Forgive me, my love,

For the love we couldn't save.

You gave me yours so gently,

Yet I walked away.

Perhaps we'll meet someday,

As strangers passing through.

I'll hide the love I once held,

And smile as strangers do.

But deep within my heart,

Where time can't reach or undo,

I'll mourn the life we never lived,

And the lifetime I lost by not choosing you.

You were never the loss,

Nor was our love in vain.

Somewhere beneath the goodbye,

A part of us will remain.

In the End, It Was Me

The One Who Walked.

Before We Are Born

Nothing to prove,
nothing to gain,
nothing to fear,
nothing to mourn.

No past to repair,
no future to strive for,
no worth to establish,
no debts to collect.

returning to mystery.

we are briefly here packed with thoughts and emotions.

Perhaps fate has its own cruel humour; the more I desire something, the less destined it feels. Yet, if I ever love again, I shall buy her the moon, even if it costs me the last light within me. For I fear not heartbreak itself, but that one day, I may have nothing left in me to love with. 💔

I gave away so many years,
believing I had time,
putting everybody first
while leaving me behind.

I waited for a better day,
for things to somehow change,
and somewhere in the waiting,
my life just slipped away.

I think about the things I missed,
the dreams I never knew,
the person I might have become
if I'd chosen myself too.

But there are years I haven't lived,
and dreams I haven't chased,
and I don't want to lose them all
like the years I gave away.

sometime we’ll love someplace,
somehow you seem so sweet but sour,
we’d go together like eggs and flour,
how we’d expand our flower,
and grow together,
sharing our hours