quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2025

to sing, not with the voice,

a song sang from the soul,

to feel affection,

or, perhaps,

to seek a gentle touch.


a smile,

shy yet heartfelt,

causes my heart to fumble,

to skip a beat,

and,

is the reason my hope was rekindled.


to be someone,

someone like you,

a diamond in the rough,

unpolished,

yet... so beautiful and divine.


realistic,

a character I always dreamed about,

a tear, denied,

and a kiss that never was delivered.


change,

only if you want,

adapt,

not to survive,

adapt,

to be a better version of who you are.


you are not a sunray,

you are the sun itself,

and I am but one of many flowers,

whom are only able to flourish because...

well,

because of you

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