You’re like black ink on white paper.
You write a story I can never erase.
You paint memories in beautiful colors.
You’re a string of sentences that will never be empty.
That’s how special you are.
At least, to me.
Your presence is like the moon.
The moon shows its beauty in the darkness of the universe.
That’s what you are to me.
In my darkest moments, you’re the one who makes my darkness beautiful.
Even if I ever had to forget you,
That would be the hardest thing in my life.
And maybe it’s impossible.
Still, I hope there’s never a reason to forget you — my everything.
If I’m the writer,
Then you’re the words.
A writer exists because of words.
And words exist because of the writer.
I survive in my dark space because you’re here by my side.
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Faj
13 September 2024
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