histórias de Unsaidthoughts

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.

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

This book is made for the starting of Mus-sikero Series #1: Looking at the Drawn Stars in Heaven. This book will consist letters, prayers, songs, etc. dedicated to the writer's "own" and "living" Zekeario.

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

Thoughts that remain unsaid. English | Tagalog

You should get your earphones out to finally hear your thoughts. Many things run through your mind. Without you knowing, it could make you explode by keeping it all in your head. These are unsaid thoughts that maybe some of you can relate to and could also help you identify your thoughts that can't be expressed through words.

Random thoughts and poetry that will lead you to realizations.

Ang gulo ng Mundo

katangahan ng 16 years old na sinaktan yung taong mahal nya.

Book full of unspoken poetry or unsaid feelings.

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...

rants

He loves to act, she loves to film. He loves to dance, she loves to sing. He loves to paint, she loves to write. He is the poet, she is the poem. He is the song, she is the songwriter.

"kiss me under the light of a thousand stars" 04/06/23

Thoughts that live through the seasons of the moon.

Ang pag-ibig ay hindi hinahadlangan ng mga pagkakaiba at hamon sa buhay. Ito ay isang puwersa na nagbibigay-buhay at nagpapalakas sa ating mga puso, naglalayong magbigay ng kahulugan at kasiyahan sa ating mga buhay.

just a way to express what wants to be told.

MGA KA OA-HAN 😛🤛🏼