Ink & Echo

How it's like you want to share! but don't want their pity to bear,

don't want special attention from any face, but life throws spotlights then leaves no trace,

sometimes you feel main character and sometime none, but when you face that void, you want to run,

too fragile to speak, and fragile to recall, but you keep thinking if judgment should fall,

don't know how much sorrow I can take, but sorrow is what keeps me awake,

is it the inner me wanting to not want more, but wish to revert that moment from before.

It's not about place, they say, It's about the person.

I whisper back, It's not about the person, But about the feelings that burn.

They claim: Girl and boy can't be friends, A line drawn in social sand.

I ponder my hedgehog dilemma— Longing for warmth, yet fearing the barbs of connection, Close enough to touch, too sharp to embrace.

How near can we come Without drawing blood?

How far can we drift Without losing what might be love?

Maybe I lose you if i say i love you, but it's fear that i hear?

i feel like nothing, something feels nothing, my inner K wants jumping, but is it worth it? i don't even know, it's like answer asking question,

solitude, solitude, solitude, why are you like this? sometimes i want to hug you like you are blessing, sometimes i hate you like everything,

the answers i seek from the world, are the answer i really want? why one need answers? just to make them look smarty? but inner answers are where i find zero dimension,

i want to hug and never leave you, you don't hurt me, but you make me lonely, why keep running? just sit and enjoy the beauty of loving,

love feels shallow in the shallow world, which takes me back to you, you are the one constant!

Those colors fade to shades of grey, Since I saw them that Saturday. The flowers you brought now wilt and die, Like promises broken, I don't ask why.

You made me special, brought gifts and light, Then left me stranded in endless night. I gave you one thing - my honest love, While you played games I knew nothing of.

Why build these castles in my mind, If you planned to leave me far behind? The story ends, not as we planned— Another holds your precious hand.

My favorite moments? Now touched with pain, Like photographs warped by autumn rain. I loved her true - that's all I did, While she kept her real heart safely hid.

But perhaps someday I'll understand Why fate wrote this with such cruel hand. For now I'll hold these lessons tight: Not all who shine bring lasting light.

My favorite color? It changes with light, Like the way my heart skips when you come into sight. The ocean's deep blue has nothing on your eyes, And yes, I'd reach for your hand—what a sweet surprise.

My coffee's bitter-sweet, like this game we play, But Sundays are special—they stretch time away. Hide and seek? I'm already lost in your gaze, Finding pieces of you through these poetic days.

The perfect date? Just walking beneath stars, Trading stories and dreams, no need for fancy cars. Fate? Well, meeting you made me wonder more About all those chances I didn't believe in before.

My song's unfinished, waiting for your voice to blend, And my favorite book's the story we've yet to pen. Morning or midnight—any time you're near Becomes the moment I hold most dear.

As for wine or beer? I'll share whatever you choose, In this dance of questions, there's nothing to lose. Soulmates and subscriptions? Here's what I think: Some connections just flow, like words and ink.

My favorite holiday? The day you smiled my way, And every moment since that makes me want to stay. So ask me my favorites, I'll give you the truth: They're all tied to moments I've shared here with you.

You asked about colors, about seasons and time, I'm giving you answers wrapped up in this rhyme. But here's what I really want you to know: It's not what I like, but how you make me glow.