I stand where countless roads unravel, yet every path feels just as wrong
“The whole world could be in front of me,
yet my eyes would only search for yours.”
Discover The Lonely Poet
The Lonely Poet
I was yours, and that was enough—
enough to ruin me.
“I got thousands of scars on my heart, and none of them was from an enemy.”
Your Poet...
I traced your name in trembling ink,
where love once bloomed, now shadows drink.
A ghost of warmth, a silent tune,
lost between the sun and moon.
“You were born to poem, and I, my darling—
I chose to be your poet,
but even poets lose the ones they write for.”
