DIARY ENTRY 4.09.22

You know I want you,
It’s not a secret I try to hide.
You know you want me,
So don’t keep saying our hands are tied….(vocal)

Want;is when you don’t care much about their flaws,
When you’d overlook every con and transform it into a pro,
Positive positioning the situation I guess would best fit as a phrase for it,
But this heart is not always smart.
I want to think i fancy you but my mind mind is convincing me that I crave you, dilemma.
I have to tell you I woke up this morning with you on my mind,
A deep hunger and desire and only one thought running through my mind,
Fancy or desire.

What if we rewrite the stars,
Say you were meant to be mine.
Nothing could keep us apart,
You’d be the one I was meant to find. (vocal)

Daydreaming, with a smile on my face,
Blissfully lost in the sunnlest of hues,
Carefully, foolishly, happy, oblivious to worries is what I’ve been since I met you.
I want to go back in time and encounter you on my first day
Maybe I would be able to look you in the eyes then.

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See I just wanted to let you know that in my mind you’re my yesterday, today and always.

Lotsa love 🧡🍂

Lydrah

BOTTLED FEELINGS

Love is what you make,
Hearts colliding
Dreams creating illusion of being permanent and,
Lately I’ve been wondering what this love really is?
Is it possible for hearts to just meet and collide?
To meet someone and it’s a just flawless vibe?

My research has been telling me Love is like a chair you want to sit on, the shape of which determines your posture or
Love is more like three crying kids in the back of the car after a bad week at work, when you’ve barely slept for days and you’ve been fighting with your beloved about the same damn thing for the last two weeks, and you have an overwhelming urge to just drop it all and run away because my God this can’t be what the rest of my life will look like!

But you end up coming back home after all.

My comprehension is love means different things at different places, circumstances and situations and maybe, just maybe there’s nothing like bad timing because the heart doesn’t choose when to love and who to love.

Just like any other heart, it’s not like mine has had a choice
See this love, I always say like trust it’s a stalwart word
But I know better what my heart has been feeling, tingly – ticklish feels from his thought and how reluctant he is to give my mind a break,
Thinking of his corky laugh, his sweet words that have grown in me, how he makes me smile without even trying, how my eyes light up from a notification from him,
How love songs feel so soothing to my cochlea these days and what it would feel if it were different.

But somehow I wish this heart had a choice because maybe, just maybe there’s a bad timing to love,
and now I have to keep this feelings bottled like the doodle I made.

Lotsa Love
LYDRAH 🧡 🍂