Love & Desire
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I never stopped loving you,Not through the silence,Not through the waiting,Not through the miles that weren’t measured in distance. Love isn’t always foundIn perfect timing.Sometimes it’s foundIn hope that refuses to fade. I dream of ordinary things—Coffee growing cold,Tiny hands reaching for us,A home filled with laughter instead of longing. Until then,I’ll keep believingThat broken…
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They say a mother is born with her child,But mine was forged in storms. In hospital lights,In whispered prayers,In fear that stole my breath. She was bornWhen I chose courageEven while shaking. She was bornWhen exhaustion became routine,And love became instinct. She was bornHolding babies with one arm,And holding herself together with the other. I…
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I carried two heartbeats beneath my own,Two tiny souls I’d never known.They danced in silence, side by side,Growing safely deep inside. One arrived with morning’s light,The other fought with all her might.A winding path, not as we’d planned,But love still held each little hand. Now laughter fills the quiet air,Tiny smiles beyond compare.The sleepless nights,…
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Before you, There were storms That carved their names Across my heart. The kind that leave Empty cribs, Silent lullabies, And questions No mother should ever have to ask. Then you arrived. Not to replace what was lost— No child ever could— But to remind me That hope still grows Even in broken ground. You…
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There are storms I’ve survivedthat never made a sound,battles no one witnessedexcept the heart beneath my ribs. Then there was you. Not with fireworks,or promises too big to hold,but with quiet hands,steady eyes,and a kindness that made me wonderif peace could really know my name. You found me carrying piecesI was certain could never fit…
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Your glance arrives like evening rain,Soft enough to calm the fire,Warm enough to wake the sparkOf every quiet, hidden desire. You move as though the moon itselfHas taught your heartbeat how to dance;I lose whole conversationsInside the silence of your glance. The space between us hums with heat,A promise neither dares to name.Two souls suspended…
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October seventeenth,a date forever carvedinto the deepest corners of my heart. A morning that began with hope,with anticipation,with the promise of meeting my daughter. The world was asleepwhen I woke to the rhythm of contractions,each wave reminding me: She is coming. I welcomed the pain,believing every moment would disappearthe second I held her. And then,at…
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There are tiny hands that reach for me like I am the safest place in the world. And sometimes they don’t know how heavy my heart has been. They don’t know the battles I fought quietly. The nights I cried without making a sound. The pieces of myself I had to find again. They only…
Between Bruises and Blooms 