Matthew :3 ;3

by Princesskitty

Published November 9, 2026

E - Everyone

In Matthewwww

The world is so loud when it pulls you apart,
With a weight that you carry right here in your heart.
You walk through the noise and you try to be strong,
And you swallow the things that have felt all day wrong.
But look at me nowβ€”let the armor all fall,
You don’t have to carry the pride or the wall.
With you is the only place quiet and true,
Where I don't love an image, I just look at you.
So drop down your shoulders and loosen your hands,
I see all the pieces, the boy and the man.
And if you get tired, just lay down your headβ€”
I’ll hold every heavy thought left all unsaid.

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moon1
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moon1 wrote a review Review Β· 7h ago

Hi am moon!!
Am actually messing with you don't mind hehehh
This poem is beautiful and very well written. And Your poetry caught my attention through the emotions you have woven into each verse of this beautiful masterpiece. Every line feels like a quiet reflection of something deeply human, echoing in the space between the words long after the reading is done. You have a rare gift for turning ordinary feelings into art that lingers, and I hope you never stop sharing these pieces with the world. The way you capture the delicate balance between vulnerability and strength is genuinely captivating. It feels as though each stanza opens a window directly into the soul, allowing the reader to experience your thoughts, heartbreaks, and triumphs right alongside you.
Your mastery of rhythm and language transforms what could be simple thoughts into a profound sensory journey. Thank you for putting into words the things so many of us feel but can rarely express.keep writing!! And try to write in different forms too you are so good at writing.lol keep writing dude. I feel like its an personal diary page. Its last am not gonna mess with you again.

Princesskitty replied Β· 7h ago

Hahah alggg

moon1 replied Β· 7h ago

Heh🫣

Princesskitty replied Β· 7h ago

Heheh🀭🫣🀞🏼



I hope that when I am gone, someone still reaches for me like I reach for them
— Leya