something I wrote....
BITTERSWEET
She does not smile easily,
but when she does, it lingers.
Her words are storms, sudden and unyielding,
but in their presence, flowers bloom.
the way she holds up the sky for others
while letting the storm drench her shoulders.
She doesn’t beg to be understood,
yet in the silence of her sacrifices,
there is a language of love
louder than any word could ever be.
She will sit with you
in the silence of your sleepless nights,
carrying your sorrows as if it were hers,
She will trace the cracks you hide behind quiet laughter,
to hold them gently,
a silent promise that even in your breaking,
you are never alone
And if you are lucky enough to know her,
to stand beside her in both her storms and her silence,
you will understand...
she is not just someone you meet.
She is someone you never forget.