He strummed his way into my life,
A song of chaos, wild and free.
With every note, he cut like a knife,
Tuned my heart to his melody.
His eyes were lost, a wandering gaze,
Unsure of love, unsure of me.
Yet still, he stayed to set ablaze
My soul, tangled in uncertainty.
He'd play his chords, then drift away,
A fleeting echo in the air.
But when his memory would decay,
He'd reappear—he'd still be there.
He carved his name inside my mind,
Not gentle, not with tender care.
A mark that's jagged, undefined,
A haunting I was made to bear.
Did he seek love or just my time?
I never knew, he never said.
He left me grasping for a sign,
A blur of words that filled my head.
Immature, a boy of dreams,
He lingered just to pull me near.
But love, to him, was in-between,
A thing of friendship laced with fear.
He wants to stay, to be remembered,
Yet never gives me what is true.
His song remains, a fire tempered,
But leaves my heart in shades of blue.
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Poetrya collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
