"No Filter"

“No Filter”
Beneath a sky that speaks in silence,
you walk the edge between light and dusk —
a soul unmasked,
wrapped in twilight’s quiet breath.

No filter.
No disguise.
Just the truth of you
painted across the soft neon haze.

I see the weight behind your stillness,
the ache of beauty that asks nothing in return —
only to be felt,
not fixed.

And if the world must blur around you,
know that I will never look away.
I have loved you in the rawness,
in the hush between the heartbeats,
where your light
meets mine —
without edits,
without fear,
just you.
@poembyselly

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