Poetry

Roses are red
Penguins can’t fly
I told myself “one episode”…
The sun said, “hi”

I love seeing/feeling how ppl are in love and/or love is in the air.. like a breeze wind writle subtly thru your skin and/or dew drops inaccidently to your forehead

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.” -S.P

There is something quietly heartbreaking about being misunderstood.
Not because mistakes cannot be corrected, but because sometimes, even after the explanation comes, the anger chooses to stay.
A moment becomes a judgment.
A misunderstanding becomes a verdict.
And suddenly, someone who has never shared a single chapter of your life feels qualified to write the ending of your story.
It is strange how easily we measure strangers by a single moment, forgetting that every person we meet has lived thousands of moments we know nothing about.
Perhaps the greatest act of grace is resisting the urge to define people by their worst minute, their awkward explanation, or a misunderstanding that neither of you expected.
Some words leave bruises long after the conversation ends.
Others leave wisdom.
The choice is not always in what we hear, but in what we carry home.
I hope we become people who offer understanding before assumptions, curiosity before conclusions, and kindness before criticism.
Because no heart deserves to be judged before it has been known.

If I speak of the sorrows in my heart, I fear they will burn my tongue.
If I keep them in my heart, I fear they will burn me from within.
But if I let them loose, I fear they will set the whole world ablaze.
So I do not let them out.
I let my sorrows remain within.

While my boat was sinking
I watched everyone leave but I stayed
But I stayed
Because no matter how bad it was
It was still my damn boat

"With you, every moment feels special. ❤️"

"Love feels beautiful when it's honest. ✨"

Why marriage is so scary ??