my gaze yearns for you
my eyes are always searching for you,
listen to my sighs sometimes
how should I tell you that my eyes never sleep and the nights don't pass.
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my gaze yearns for you
my eyes are always searching for you,
listen to my sighs sometimes
how should I tell you that my eyes never sleep and the nights don't pass.

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They say we crave whatâs forever out of reach, or what we will never be able to win. So do I hunger for love because I am unworthy, Or because it was rationed, Like a fleeting flame never meant to warm my skin?
Do I ache for loving arms because Iâve never felt The warmth of their embrace, Or because I feared Iâd never be someone worthy enough, Whose heart beats steady against theirs?
They say we only cherish whatâs lost, So would it finally take my feet to hang in the air, Before you pull me close, Wrap me in the arms I always chased But never caught?
Must I be buried six feet deep? For you to sit beside me? Would I finally feel you then, closer than in life?
And when my body rots, Will you bring me flowers then? They will bloom once, only to decay, just like I will. But at least they'll stay.
So do I chase what Iâll never have, Or what I fear Iâll never deserve? But tell me, is what they say true? Or will you prove them wrong,
And hold me now, while my heart still beats, So I can hear it from your lips, That I am loved by you, Before itâs too late, before I am gone?
when the passion of love crosses its limits, the lovers will hang themselves with a smile
when the magic of love grows, then god will open the door, no matter how much you protect it
this is the will of love, the will of god
My name
I never really liked my name.
I didnât like the way it sounded until
you called me by my name,
so sweet that I don't even recognize it as mine.
The letters that form my identity, now
transformed by the grace of your voice,
each sound spilling gently, as if
a single breath could shatter its form.
In those moments, I feel seen, cherished,
as if your voice has the power to redefine me.
The letters of my name, once foreign and cold,
now dance with life, vibrant and whole.
Loving you made me fall in love with myself too.
With every breath you take, with every sound you make,
I am reminded of the beauty in my own reflection,
a beauty I discovered through the echo of your voice.
Always the artist, never the art Always the poet, never the poem Always the writer, never the muse Always the singer, never the song Always the photographer, never the photo Always the medicine, never the cure.

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Who am I?
Somebody asked, "Who are you?"Â
"Who am I?" I whispered back.
 Even I don't know the answer,Â
Caught in this identity's lack.
Sometimes I whisper my love for the quiet of the night,Â
Other times insist I adore the morningâs sweet embrace.
i'm caught somewhere in the middle, in a frail placeÂ
burning between the dusk and dawnâs light.
Sometimes I yearn the city's rush,
Othertimes I crave the countryside.Â
But here I stand, unsure and muddled,
Not knowing who should be trusted.
Most of my interests are borrowed tales,
Stolen fragments from lives untold,
Where im stilI searching for my own in silent veils,
In choir of souls, my tales enfold
Moths to a flame In the stillness of the night  When the moon and stars are dim  The Moths begin their silent fight  As the sun isn't there to orient their flight  Artificial light sources now dominate the night sky  Eyes on the pole with a glowing light.  They circle closer to it, mesmerized,  By the false sun, in the darkened skies.  The light shines bright, they found it as thier beacon of hope in the endless night While trying to cope with the darkness they forget their nightly quest,  To find food and shelter and to take some rest.  They dance around in a fake embrace  Fluttering in their own deceptive grace  Their false sun slowly takes their life  Yet they stay with false happiness, for which their hearts still sway.  In that light, they see their sun,  A lost hope, a battle they think theyâve won  Addicted to its warmth and glow,  Their hearts believe in what they used to know Even when their fragile wings start to burn  They are drawn to the flame  Knowingly playing a dangerous game.  They fall to the ground, their journey complete,  Victims of a light, they could never defeat.  The world around them goes unnoticed, unseen,  The grass, the flowers, the trees which were so green.  Yet in its grasp, their heart are intertwined.  Holding on to what once was real,  Trying to ignore the wounds that never heal.  Even while Knowing the end, they are unable to part,  They stay, trapped in a hopeless heart.