You're like one of my favorite songs,
except you're a song I'd never get bored of.
Every time you talk,
it feels like I'm falling for you all over again,
and I don't want to stop.
I don't want to stop drowning in the whole of you,
because that kind of drowning doesn't feel like I'm at a loss for breath,
more like I'm born again.
except you're a song I'd never get bored of.
Every time you talk,
it feels like I'm falling for you all over again,
and I don't want to stop.
I don't want to stop drowning in the whole of you,
because that kind of drowning doesn't feel like I'm at a loss for breath,
more like I'm born again.
You are an art,
and not everyone
understands art.
Some look at paintings
and see only colors;
some read poetry
and see only words;
some listen to music
but only hear sounds;
but when I look at you,
I can see a sublime art.
and not everyone
understands art.
Some look at paintings
and see only colors;
some read poetry
and see only words;
some listen to music
but only hear sounds;
but when I look at you,
I can see a sublime art.
The color of the flowers seems to fade away.
The sunset and sunrise seem less impressive every day.
In front of your beauty,
none of them stands tall.
Compared to your radiance,
even the sun and moon feel so small.
The sunset and sunrise seem less impressive every day.
In front of your beauty,
none of them stands tall.
Compared to your radiance,
even the sun and moon feel so small.
I hate waiting,
but if you ask me to,
heartily, I'll wait for you.
I won't be blue,
if it means being able to be with you.
but if you ask me to,
heartily, I'll wait for you.
I won't be blue,
if it means being able to be with you.
Sitting under the moonlight,
I can't help but reminisce.
the memories I can't erase with the person I can't replace,
My mind was a maze.
lifted my head to take a gaze
but the moon was gone,
and it was the end.
I can't help but reminisce.
the memories I can't erase with the person I can't replace,
My mind was a maze.
lifted my head to take a gaze
but the moon was gone,
and it was the end.
I tried to write down how i feel,
but ended up with an empty paper.
It was so accurate.
but ended up with an empty paper.
It was so accurate.
I knew it wasn't the right time,
but I wish it was.
You were the right person;
everything about it felt right.
Maybe you just made it feel that way,
or maybe it all just came together like this beautiful, perfect mess of a painting.
regardless, I wish it was.
but I wish it was.
You were the right person;
everything about it felt right.
Maybe you just made it feel that way,
or maybe it all just came together like this beautiful, perfect mess of a painting.
regardless, I wish it was.
I reached out my hand to grab hers,
but she was too far away
—we were inches from each other,
but miles apart.
but she was too far away
—we were inches from each other,
but miles apart.
I was never good with words,
but the moment I laid my eyes on you,
my heart started beating mercilessly,
enough to break free from a cage I didn't know existed.
It wants to speak with you.
but the moment I laid my eyes on you,
my heart started beating mercilessly,
enough to break free from a cage I didn't know existed.
It wants to speak with you.
Like a ghost yearning to live once more,
I sit here like a shell of the deceased
wanting to feel my heart be so joyous again.
I sit here like a shell of the deceased
wanting to feel my heart be so joyous again.
I can hold my breath long enough under water, but I don't know how to swim.
I have a fear of deep blue water.
I'm used to shallow ones where my feet can touch the ground, where I can leave whenever I feel cold or weary.
Now—how did I end up diving so deep into the idea of you?
I have a fear of deep blue water.
I'm used to shallow ones where my feet can touch the ground, where I can leave whenever I feel cold or weary.
Now—how did I end up diving so deep into the idea of you?
In a moonlit night, where echoes fade,
Our hearts once danced, unafraid.
A love so pure, a fleeting spark,
Yet time has left its ghostly mark.
You loved me once, or so it seemed,
A wistful dream, a fleeting dream.
But seasons turned, and feelings waned,
Leaving only shadows stained.
The past still haunts with soft refrain,
A melody of joy and pain.
Though time moves on, my heart remains,
Ensnared by love, untouched by change.
Our hearts once danced, unafraid.
A love so pure, a fleeting spark,
Yet time has left its ghostly mark.
You loved me once, or so it seemed,
A wistful dream, a fleeting dream.
But seasons turned, and feelings waned,
Leaving only shadows stained.
The past still haunts with soft refrain,
A melody of joy and pain.
Though time moves on, my heart remains,
Ensnared by love, untouched by change.