In the arena of art,
I played a woeful part.
Hiding my truth behind this pretence,
I prayed the mask might shield me.
But when the music faded,
and the lights burned out,
I saw —
it wasn't the mask that hid me;
it was me, all along.
In the spotlight's mirage, I lost myself.
Now I see:
the circus is mine —
and what a clown I've always been.
“Oye… take this bag.” She blinked. “Umm… me?” He nodded. “Okay, Mr. Handsome,” she teased. He smiled. “You know something?” “What?” she asked as he slowly looked into her eyes. “I’m getting serious girlfriend vibes right now… will you go on a date with me?” He looked away shyly.
Your eyes. Your beautiful silver eyes. They remind me of the season winter . The way they glimmer feels like snowflakes under pale moonlight. Calm as silence on a snowy hill, A steady gaze that makes time stand still, A gentle spark that warms through the chill. And every time you
She: I tried my best. Still I was left alone. He: I saw how much you tried. But don’t you think it wasn’t really love? She: I chased him. Gave all my attention. Waited for his messages. I never noticed if he asked about my day or what
I didn’t grow up fast because I wanted to. I grew up fast because someone had to stay calm while everything else fell apart. I was called “mature” as a child. That was the warning sign no one questioned. Childhood didn’t leave me. I left it quietly so