Unsaidthoughts Stories

a collection of written thoughts in the process of adoring you.

Poem | Hymns for Lachrymose Description: He was my first love - the kind that felt like sunrise after a long day, soft and warm, making me believe the world finally chose me back. With him, everything was magic: tiny moments felt big, hours became seconds, laughter felt innocent or genuine, and holding on felt easy... until it didn't. First love hits differently - it's innocent, hopeful, and reckless. You give everything, believing love will give back in the same depth. But time teaches you what butterflies can't: attention isn't love, attachment isn't a connection, and the bare minimum is not effort. I wasn't asking for too much - he just wasn't willing to give enough. Because love that wants you shows up without being begged. Love that chooses you doesn't make you feel like a burden. And maybe the hardest part wasn't losing him... but realizing I was holding on to someone who let go first. Sometimes, you learn the truth only when your silence falls louder than your feelings ever did. My first love taught me how to feel. Healing taught me what I deserve. I don't settle anymore - not for halfway love, not for borrowed time, not for someone who makes me fight for a place that should've been mine. The right heart won't make me chase. It won't hide. It won't hesitate. Maybe my first love was meant to open my heart but the right one will know how to protect it. Hymns for Lachrymose Genre: Poem Status: Completed Cover: litxlegirxl@gmail.com ©️2025 | Lixlegirxl ©️All Rights Reserved

For the ones who feel deeply, think too much, and carry their emotions in silence. These are the thoughts we never say-but always feel. A reflective piece about life, silence, and the emotions we carry quietly.

There's this man, no, my universe, who has owned my heart since the very first moment. I never imagined that love could be this gentle, this healing, this profoundly beautiful... until I found it in his presence. With him, the world softens. The noise fades. And for the first time, I've learned to embrace myself-not because I was told to, but because his love taught me how. He was once the storm that shattered me. The silence that haunted my nights. The memory that left me stranded on the lonely road of nowhere, where I waited-aching, yearning-for someone who had already walked away. He broke me, yes. He left me with eyes too tired to cry and a heart too full of sorrow to beat without pain. But time has its own poetry. From the wreckage he caused, he returned-not as the same man, but as someone reborn. And maybe I was reborn too. In his arms now, I no longer see the ghost of what we lost-I see the promise of what we've become. Because of him, I am learning to love myself in the same way I love him: fiercely, patiently, completely. This is not a love story of perfection. This is a story of ruin, of waiting in the dark, of learning how to trust the one who once left you there-and finding light again not in their rescue, but in their return. -kzraem

Longing for someone who forgot the feelings ...🥺

When mouth can't speak, hearts would tell. --- The Silent Pillar

"She bought herself flowers, for she is dying inside." Date started: Dec. 15,2017

these are my unsaid thoughts

𝑃𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑖 𝑘𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑔𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑤 𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛? 𝑃𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖 𝑎𝑘𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑔𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔?

A PERSONAL JOURNAL A compilation of unsaid thoughts, feelings, and questions expressed in 7 words. POETRY Book cover: @kazumeh_17 Started : August 8, 2021 ON-GOING

just a way to express what wants to be told.

A dope collections of poems

[#1 Poetry ] Welcome to "Whispered Wound: Poetry of Painful Love." In this collection, we delve into the depths of heartache and explore the intricate emotions that arise from the complexities of love gone awry. Painful love has the power to leave an indelible mark on our souls, and through the art of poetry, we find solace in expressing our deepest emotions and experiences. Within these pages, you will find verses that encapsulate the rawness and vulnerability of love that brings both joy and sorrow. Each poem is a whispered shard of the pain we've known, a testament to the depths of our emotional journey. It is an exploration of the wounds we carry, both visible and hidden, and the resilient spirit that emerges from within. Through beautifully crafted verses, we navigate the tangled webs of heartbreak, longing, and self-discovery. Each poem is a delicate balance of melancholy and hope, a reflection of the myriad emotions that painful love can evoke. It is within the spaces of these verses that we find solace, and understanding that we are not alone in our experiences. "Whispered Wound" is an invitation to dive deep into the wellsprings of our hearts, to connect with the shared human experience of love's trials and tribulations. It is a recognition that painful love does not define us, but instead shapes us into more resilient, compassionate beings. Whether you find solace, reflection, or even healing within these pages, know that your emotions are valid and that the power of words can be a comforting companion in times of heartache. May this collection provide solace, inspire introspection, and ultimately remind us that even in the pain, love's whispers can still be heard.

Heyy, So you've come to read it, all I wanna tell you about this Diary is it have all complete, incomplete, thoughts, letters and so many things that I've written for you.. I'll keep updating this even though we stay in touch or not.. This whole Diary is kind of my journey with you, " I can turn you into Poetry, but I cannot make you love me." But i hope these feelings of mine can tell you how much I love you and maybe.. just maybe you can love me too...

[Highest Rank #1 in UNSAIDTHOUGHTS (03/03/19)] A collection of short deep conversations between two individuals as lovers, friends or strangers.

some random thoughts, rants, and poems :) sincerely, ris.

day·light /ˈdāˌlīt/ a compilation of swiftie made poems.

my unsaid thoughts

No theme, just thoughts.