She entered the room like music already playing,
every movement unhurried,
as if rhythm itself bowed to her.
There was laughter tucked behind her glance,
a quiet kind of daring,
the sort that makes time forget its manners.
I said her name once,
just to see how it felt in the air.
It lingered, sweet, defiant,
like something that knew it belonged.
She smiled,
and suddenly the world tilted
a little more toward color,
a little less toward reason.
Something shifted.
The charm faded into stillness,
and what remained
was something raw,
unspoken,
real.
Beneath all the elegance,
there was ache.
Not sadness, no,
a deeper knowing,
the kind born from loving
and losing
and daring to love again anyway.
She met my eyes,
and it was as if every unfinished story
leaned forward to listen.
No need for words,
the air between us already knew them.
And in that fragile, endless instant,
I realized,
some people don’t just walk into your life,
they rewrite the pulse that carries you forward.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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Excellent so lovely ♦️🏆♦️
Beautiful and so real, thankyou for sharing xx