I’m building bridges out of broken days,

Stacking hope on every prayer I raise.

Not chasing love, but letting it bloom,

When the right heart walks into my room.

It’s not just wishing on falling stars,

It’s healing the past and all its scars.

I’m not rushing fate or watching the clock,

I’m just shaping myself, solid as rock.

One day she’ll come — soft smile, strong light,

And I’ll be ready, with ...

We only spoke once,

but it stayed with me—

like a song that plays quietly

long after it ends.

There was something easy

in the way she talked,

like laughter you don’t force,

or a smile that feels earned.

She was warm,

personable,

the kind of person

you feel you’ve known for a long time

even if it’s only been a moment.

I’ve tried to speak again,

but silence sits between us—

and I can’t tell

if sh...

Seventeen months — I walked alone,

Through echoes of my past unknown.

Wounds carved deep by lessons learned,

In history’s fire, I crashed and burned.

I faded into silence, into grace,

Tried to heal in time and space.

But passion never truly dies,

It only sleeps behind the eyes.

Then came the night — the lights, the roar,

A feeling I had missed before.

I made my return, heart on display,

To a WWE...