You walked in quiet, keeping shadows close,
the kind that stay, not the kind that boast.
Stories lingering under your skin,
soft little battles you never let win.

But somehow the room learned your gentle pace,
and light slipped in to fill the space.
A breath, a pause — the world grew thin,
as if it whispered: stay, begin.


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I’m not here to fix you,
not here to guide —
just here in the calm
where the static dies.


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And when the light leans in,
I see you try to hide —
but your heartbeat shifts its rhythm,
pulls the truth to the side.

No need for words tonight,
no need to pretend —
just breathe,
and let the moment bend.


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You said the world feels heavy, out of tune,
like every voice forgot the moon.
But here your colors rise again,
soft as rain on quiet skin.

Maybe heaven’s only this —
a second where nothing stings.
A place between two trembling thoughts
where even sorrow grows small wings.


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And when the light leans in,
you turn your gaze away —
but the warmth inside your silence
has more to say.

No battles calling,
no storms to outrun —
just a fragile harmony
opening, undone —
into something real.


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Stay…
not because you must,
but because the world
sounds softer
when you breathe.

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