you echo in my chest
like a heartbeat made of highways.

Cities glowing like secrets,
people carrying dreams
in paper cups and tired hands.

You’re loud,
you’re soft,
you’re broken,
you’re brave —
and somehow
you still believe
in tomorrow.

Maybe that’s why I love you:
you fall,
you rise,
you start again
as if hope
was your first language.

RoseBloom 🌹copyright 2025

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