16/08/2025
𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | -to be around you is not a dream, but a prayer
no amount of lenses could capture the way I gazed at you,
how could your unique hazel brown irises knows the melting points of my soul.
your eyes flashed like autumn leaves when they are talking to me under the sun's embrace,
as if spinning around where I stand - as if I can't breathe nor even move an inch.
I thought I am more than a complex equation,
all the components in my brain thirst only for knowledge, not even love, not even a man.
but little did I know that the wind blows me to where it wishes.
for your burnt skin ignites all the dust of my thoughts.
for the waves of your hair have tamed my uncertains ,
and your tall inches have elevated my resilience.
all of the things we've shared so much in common have been shedding a single hope,
it felt so wrong to admit how much I liked you,
but the warmth of your eyes felt like a home
although the glimpse of us for now is just an art gallery full of admiration,
the journals I shed my inks into have witnessed the whispers of my heart ,
it wasn't a dream to be around you, it was a prayer.
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