Joel
July 29, 2025 10:31PM Joel His eyes are an open ocean, That when you step on, be only a reef— You think there’s more to his hell-bent story, Only to find there’s nothing in between. He speaks in manly poetry, Alchemizing silence into rap— He moves to drown the chaos, Yet peace would make him snap. He says he’s chasing quiet skies, But stillness makes him paralyze. Loving him is like a gamble— A casino slot you never know, If it’s your turn or just your burn. Eight hundred euros—gone too fast, And your heart can’t track what it never earned. But I learned to fold before the loss, To leave before I drowned— You bet your charm like currency, But I don’t gamble now.