Feelings....

Why do feelings bloom, yet words refuse to rise?

Silent storms within the heart, hidden behind our sighs.

Why do we feel safe in one familiar embrace?
As if the world disappears in the warmth of that space.

Why does the heart sense their presence in the air?
Even when they’re far away, we feel them everywhere.

Why do their words hurt less than their silence can?
For absence cuts deeper than any spoken plan.

Why do years drift by without a reason to stay?
Yet we wait… hoping lost moments return someday.

Why does one touch, one smile, melt mountains inside?
Why does one heartbeat change the whole rhythm of our life?

Why is love not always a journey walked by two?
Why do some hearts wander where another beats true?

Why do we surrender ourselves to those who never see
How deeply, how fiercely we love silently?

And why is love — though magical, pure, divine —
Still not enough to keep every soul smiling in time?

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