I was only beautiful when I wasn’t breaking.

We gather not only to mourn what was lost,
but to honour the quiet life she once gave us.

After the pillage, the temple still stands in the rain. Not worshipped. Only entered.

Trapped in the weight of words.

Eyes of a devil—endlessly enchanted.

I wish you could see through me.

Longing for the door I never wanted.

Maybe I'm the villain—angry, hurt, and human.

A love lost in empty promises.

I would protect you from everything—even from yourself.

One sunset, one promise, one forever.

My heart bleeds, yet I give it again—hoping this time, you’ll hold it gently.