Once, I was your song—the melody that carried your namethrough every open window,your voice echoing in the wide, forgiving air.Every note of me alive on your tongue,every word loud enoughto shake the quiet from the world.You sang me without shame,bright and unrestrained,as if love had no shadow. Once, I was your art—you, the painter;I, the... Continue Reading →
if you find yourself in these lines, know it’s not to pull you close. I wrote them so I’d remember the gentlest parts of you where feeling rose.
Still— my love for you was never pretend. It lived in me, from start to end. We faltered, yes, in moments dark, but even these ruin can't erase the spark.
So here I stand in paths you've shown, to seek new stars and guard my own— but know that when dawn lies fort and dim, I may still write of you again.
Everlost 