📜 Pages I Couldn't Write
Somewhere in an old diary...
I want to write something,
but I don’t know what.
Should I write about beauty?
Saying beauty is not meant
to be described again and again,
yet somehow
I still couldn’t stop myself.
Then should I write
about your presence in my life?
My heart feels it deeply,
but even my mind
cannot find the words.
Should I write
why you stay in my thoughts
every moment of my day,
every moment of my life?
Even if the truth is…
even I don’t know the reason.
So how do I explain
what I feel?
What quietly changed within me
the day you entered in my life?
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All I know is this—
My every line,
my every thought,
my every story
begins with you…
and somehow
always ends with you.
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— Written in Silence 🤎
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