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The cat has got my tongue — I've fallen silent, I can't utter a word —
Only a broken tune of sounds that carry absolutely no meaning.
My poems must have been shallow — this is still a new feeling.
When will I get used to it? Am I the only one who has to put in efforts?

Although the air smells like change, like new beginnings, like joy.
The kind of aroma that ignites a feeling of sense and belonging.
I've finally sat down after years of working, years of exploring.
Who would've thought the reason for that would be some wonderful boy?
              
The sun looks brighter, casting a warm light on the meadow below.
The world feels gentle in its magnificent glow, and it's easier to breathe.
The sole sound is the soft shuffling of grass, coming from underneath.
Every step leads me into your arms, and, right there, I truly belong.
              
You could stand in the pitch-black darkness and still glow.
Are you a magician, or an elf, or maybe a wizard of some kind?
What have you done to me? How have you cleared my mind?
Now, I will stand next to you in the dark and never let you go.
              
The cat has got my tongue — everybody has been telling me to hush,
But this feeling is way too big, so I still somehow manage to write.
My poems probably sound very silly but you always say it's alright.
I'm almost used to it but the one betraying me is my blush.
              
Perhaps, the point of life is to treat everything as if it were new.
Imagine you were born yesterday, and you're still exploring the world.
I like to keep my observations written, I prefer keeping them preserved.
And my greatest finding of all times must, of course, be someone like you.
              
The cat has got my tongue — I can't utter anything except a quiet "love you".
A short tune of lovely sounds that, to me, used to barely make any sense.
My latest poems are too shallow, way too stupid, or so everyone says.
But your hand's in mine, and I know not everything that's said has to be true.

۶ৎ⋆:: song: Drop Dead
by: Olivia Rodrigo

I see the quiet ache in the blue waters of your wells —
Your eyes are the mirror of your soul, untouched by hurt.
You're capable of surviving, capable of saving yourself,
And I wish you knew just how much you truly deserve.