Both Loved, Both Cared, Both Laughed, Both Shared. There love was ultimate Both ain't knew. Being together. They are the Perfect two. Both Fight, Both Cried, Both feared, Both tried. They parted ways, But Friendship stayed, Heart Broken, Nothing aid. Both lost, Both alone, Both wept, Both craved, But nothing left. Empty without eachother, They both realised, But in pretending to be happy, Both were expertised.
This blog is a canvas of my being — threads of memory woven with the presence of kindred souls who have graced my life. It gathers fleeting whispers of thought and feelings that take shape in poetry. Writing is the doorway to my truest voice, a space where honesty and heart find their rhythm. Through these words, I honor the ones who matter most and cradle the moments we’ve shared, keeping them alive in the quiet art of remembrance.