Darling, love who loves you back.
Care for who returns the care.
That waiting room is long,
and no one there is amused.
Don’t let others wander
into your tiny head.
Stop making choices
that place other people
before you.
Darling, love who loves you back.
Care for who returns the care.
That waiting room is long,
and no one there is amused.
Don’t let others wander
into your tiny head.
Stop making choices
that place other people
before you.
You slid into the DMs
Before sliding into me
Words warm as a late-night glow,
Promise humming between the lines.
I cannot forget that kiss,
That touch so serene,
The way time leaned closer
Just to listen to our breath.
Well, this is new!
You give me butterflies.
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
Did you cast a real spell?
You did say, you could do magic
With your hands.
Butterflies, they say, are the most
Beautiful creatures!
Does that make me more attractive to you?
My heart paces and I am out of breath,
Every time I see you,
Or I feel you.
Is it me or is it you?
Do you feel the butterflies too?
Makes me wonder, how long will this spell last?
Is it already in the past?
What if it's more than just a moment's trance?
What if we're caught in a timeless dance?
Each glance we share, a spark, a flame,
Will we be the same, or is this just a game.
Maybe this spell isn't meant to break,
But to grow, to learn, to awake.
And whether it's magic, or simply not true
I know, right now, I’m enchanted by you.
The fashion fiesta’s abound
All over social media
And each one of us looks like an elation's pawn.
But we must know
All that glitters may not be gold.
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If you are not feeling festive
That is fine too!
If you are away from loved ones,
Going through a breakup,
Dealing with a loss,
Or just feeling glum.
Getting up and getting on
With life
That's the real festivity,
Let’s just embrace it with glee :)
It’s an art
That you possess
That makes me giggle
Every time your face appears.
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It’s not just laughter, though
it’s light.
It’s the way some people carry
a little sunshine
without even knowing it.
Good for the heart, they say,
is anything that eases the weight we carry.
A hug at the right time.
A word that lands softly.
The reminder that even in chaos,
kindness is still possible
Growing up means letting go
Getting your life together
Learning to stand in the winds that blow,
Weathering all kinds of weather.
It’s bills and deadlines, aching backs,
A thousand lists, a hundred hacks,
But it’s also quiet coffee sips,
And laughter shared on weekend trips.
It’s loving harder, though it’s tough,
And knowing when enough’s enough.
Growing up means letting go
But finding better ways to grow.
The most underrated thing is
A hug.
The friendly hug,
The bear hug,
The loved hug,
The side hug,
The awkward hug, where one of you was actually going for a handshake.
We love it all.
We need at least 8 hugs to survive
On a daily basis,
A silent healer,
A wordless bond,
A hug can right what feels so wrong.
It mends the cracks,
It soothes the soul,
A quiet gesture that makes us whole.
So let us hug a little more,
Bridge the gaps and heal the sore.
For in each embrace, a gift we bring
The most underrated, beautiful thing.
With birds feeding on the newly sown seeds, And squirrels hopping around to find nuts, I dance away in my mind, ...