Wishes and Regrets Left Behind
I was young—naive, perhaps too tender to see
that you’d always hold a quiet corner in my heart.
I let you go, thinking time would wash the ache away,
but the feelings never truly left.
Sometimes I wonder...
Would your story have changed
if I had stayed?
Or would fate have still written it the same?
I wish I had stood by you.
I wish I had found a way to hold on,
to shield you from the storms you faced alone.
I wish I hadn’t left you
to walk a path I should have shared.
In another life,
I hope I’d have the chance to say—
I’m sorry.
Sorry for not being there when it mattered.
For walking away when I should have been your strength.
You never blamed me—
but the guilt lingers,
etched into the silence you left behind.
Now, I walk forward
with only wishes and regrets
as my quiet, lifelong companions.
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the one treasure
your fragile heart once clung
to so dearly—never knowing that
time would demand its release,
leaving it behind
to drift into the abyss of the unknown.
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Why is the world so unkind?
Where are the words for the weary—
for the quiet souls, aching beneath the weight of silence?
You and I have seen the truth of it all:
how this world spins with indifference,
how life, a fragile luxury, slips through too many fingers.
And still, we lose more.
Why must it be this way?
Why can't life be a bed of roses for all—
soft, fair, and blooming with grace?
Things are no longer as they once were.
The world has changed,
and the light we once knew feels distant,
blurred by time and pain.
I long to rewrite fate—
to turn back the hands of time
and make it right.
But here I am,
lost in the stillness,
clueless, helpless.
What can one soul do
to alter the course of destiny?
How I wish life could be fair—
truly fair—to every heart that beats.-
If regrets were a life to live,
a thousand years would not suffice.
So why not learn the art of release,
before it steals our fleeting peace,
and shadows joy with silent vice.-
Like a bloom that fades with time,
Don’t let your heart lose its rhyme.
Be the soul that nurtures grace—
Giving each petal a second place.
In hands that cherish, love revives,
Where even wilted beauty thrives.
Let your heart belong to one who knows
How to make it bloom and glow.
In the arms of the true, you’ll find—
A charm eternal, gently entwined.
Forever a beauty, soft and rare,
A living poem in love’s own care.
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When life stood still, a breath held tight,
Moments frozen in the silence of night.
When forward felt like a distant dream,
And hope was quieter than it seemed.
Yet time—so wild, so deft, so wise—
Moves in rhythm beneath unseen skies.
From the known to the veiled unknown,
Life blooms in ways we’ve never known.
Be patient, dear soul, your dawn will rise—
In the perfect hour, under fated skies.
Hold on gently, don’t let go—
The best unfolds when it's meant to show.
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Delicate as morning dew on petals—
Your tender touch can mend or melt it.
Grasp it too tight, and it shatters in silence;
Set it free, and it blooms in your warmth.
Let it breathe, let it wander, let it be.
And know—wherever you are,
It will always find its way to you.
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I once stepped through—
after losing myself in its shadows for a year.
The past is tangled there,
an abyss where silence swallowed my screams,
where pain and tears
never reached the ears of my own heart.
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Hi, Heart.
It’s been a while since I last heard you beat for someone.
Are you alright? You’ve been quiet for far too long.
Lately, even the raindrops seem to speak to me more than you do.
Their murmurs on my window make me wonder—
Will we ever speak again, the way we used to,
in rhythms only we understood?-
"The Silent Symphony of a Mother"
A mother's path is rarely smooth—
More chaos than calm, a storm with grace.
She dreams first not for herself,
But for the tiny heartbeat within her.
Planning joys before they breathe,
Cradling hopes in quiet nights.
Then comes the whirlwind of toddling feet—
No room for rest, no time for self.
She becomes the compass,
The whisper of wisdom,
The anchor when storms rise.
No complaint crosses her lips,
Though sorrow may press heavy on her chest.
She masks her pain in gentle smiles,
So her child may dance in light.
Here’s to the tireless heart of a mother—
Who moves the world each day,
Not with noise,
But with love too deep for words.
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