she laid there gently in a buried slumber head hidden in her arms, where stirring softly with a murmured mumble she whispered to her thumb: "the boy who'd made me blush and fumble i wish his chores were done, we'd spend the day in blubbered laughter where into the sun we'

the last year had me strung along in a slow crawl by the shore, straggling like I don’t belong where i floundered on all fours. but this new year i’ve learnt the song and the beats that i adore, hence here i’ll ride in, brave and strong with a tiger’s mighty roar! 🐈‍⬛ #collage

the world came crashing unforeseen as they hurried in their haste, there she lost her bearings and of him to the bleak and dreadful waves. though through her dreary quarantine she recalled his embrace, and there their hearts beat in routine where her struggles they both braved. 💃 Sometime

the night proved curious and surreal when we both met by surprise, dancing drinking to our fill at the spot we patronize. her gaze she raised against her will when i asked about her wine, and at that moment time stood still as the both of us locked eyes. 🍷 What's your favorite drink?

she shut her eyes and loosened her grip as she fell back in a slump, falling, flailing through the beats of a heart half mucked with grime. but there he caught her in retreat with a warmth just like the sun’s, and she couldn’t recall the things she did, those that’d made her blue and glum.

when he hears her name he hesitates where he'll drag his feet and stall, for he fears that if he sits up straight she'll see right through it all. he thinks his feelings might abate if left dismissed and ignored, but curious it is, a thing like fate when it tears down all his walls

i was left there stranded in the sand when it dawned that you were gone, sinking slowly without a plan or a refuge to stay warm. though at that moment appeared a friend one who reached out through the storm, there we held on tightly hand in hand where i promised to stay strong. 🏖

the days i love are bright and warm where the sun lingers for days, a far and distant cry from yours where the sky stays dark and gray. the rain you love whenever it calls where you'll skip and dance and play, and there, i pondered, if ever we'll fall - in love, i think, we may. 🐈‍