She rises before the sun,already tangled in the weight of her day,her body tired but her mind sharp,a quiet hunger that drives her forward.The hours …
Between the Hours
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They smile,and the world seems to softenaround them—like everything they touchturns to warmth. They give without thinking,their hands always open,…
Longing to Be You -
Her Perspective: I watch him,his easy smile,the way others gravitate toward himwithout effort,without thought.It’s effortless,and I wonder how it …
Through Our Eyes -
I can’t stop thinking about you—not because I want to,but because your presence lingers,woven into the spaceswhere my thoughts should rest. It’s the …
Can’t Shake You -
Your hands find me in the dark,familiar,possessive,as if they’ve memorized every inch of me,the way I tremble when you’re close. I don’t need words …
Ravaged -
You think you own the room,like every step you takemarks the earth beneath you,like the air bends just to hear your voice.You speak,and I’m supposed …
King of Nothing -
It’s buried deep inside me,a storm that never stops raging—quiet but violent,always there,a ticking time bomb of memoriesI can’t escape. I wear it …
Buried Screams -
I stand on the edge,the weight of the world pulling me under,and I don’t know how to breathe anymore.The words are caught in my throat,choked by …
Reach -
It’s buried deep inside me,a storm that never stops raging—quiet but violent,always there,a ticking time bomb of memoriesI can’t escape. I wear it …
Buried Screams -
You came like a spark,too quick,too hot,your hands on my skinfelt like fire—but your touch was never warm,just a burn,a fleeting heatthat faded …
Fading Heat