Not a poet.
Just a dancing finger quietly paint the unsaid.
P.R.A.K.T.I.K.A.L
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me at smds...hehe,,working lor,,,not working actually,,,im undergo my practical 4 6 months now,,,hehe,,,hopefully it will end soon,,,tired n bored,,,=.=
I reached for stars, but found the ground, my dreams were lost, without a sound. Expectations heavy, hopes too high, now all that's left is asking WHY.
I never heard your first soft cry, nor held your hand in mine. No tiny fingers grasped my own, no eyes that mirrored mine. You grew in silence, safe and warm, a whisper yet to be. But fate unspoke the words of life, and took you back from me. I dreamed of lullabies to sing, of laughter, love, and light. But now I hum a quiet tune to fill the empty night. Though time moves on, I won’t forget— your name remains unsaid, but in my heart, you softly live, not lost, just born to rest.
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