Who knows that I love balloons 🎈
But am terrified of blowing them up?
Who knows that I hate cooking,
But love to bake when the mood strikes up? 🍞
Who knows that I love water
Yet I am quite terrified to swim?
Who knows that I hate white light
But adore a dim yellow beam?
Who knows that I love stargazing ⭐️
And to spend a night on the beach?
Who knows I fear caterpillars 🐛
And would do anything to stay out of reach?
Who knows that I love to dance,
That waltzing is my ultimate dream? 💃
Who knows I dream of writing, ✍️
Sitting by a rutilant stream?
Does anyone know I love the sky
When it blushes pink at dusk?
That I hate the smell of peanuts, 🥜
But love the scent of cinnamon and dust?
Who knows that I love blue ink,
Fountain pens and paper sheets? 🖋
Who knows that I hate waking up,
And adore lazy morning sleeps?
Who knows that I love silence,
Piano keys and upbeat tunes? 🎹
Who knows, I’m enchanted by sea shells,
And fascinated by desert dunes?
Did you know that the beach is my love?
Sand strewn with beach morning glory.
That the sea holds a part of my memory
And a chapter of my life story?
Who knows that I love paper boats
And paddy fields lined by a crystal creek?
Who knows, I want to change my hair—
A shorter length with a bright red streak?
Who knows that I’m a fan of plushies 🧸
And obsessed with the northern lights?
Who knows that I love daydreaming
Church bells and December nights?
Who knows that I love snow
But can’t tolerate the cold?
Who knows that in all I cherish,
I forever and always favour the old.
Did you ever know, I ask
That I hate the month of November
Yet, November is my second favourite
The first is December
Who knows that I can’t ride a bicycle
Or that I’ve flown a kite only once in my life?
Do you know that I believe in parallel worlds
Or that I believe in the afterlife?
Who knows that I’m anxious as a hare,
Lying awake, wide-eyed at night?
Who knows I panic when the phone rings?
And for some questions, always respond with a lie.
Does anyone know I used to hate red,
But now I love the joy it brings.
That my favourite colour is turquoise,
Along with the pastel greens of spring?
Who knows that I can’t run or sprint
Without collapsing along the way?
But do you know I’ve survived the apocalypse
That life once threw my way?
Who knows that I’m not afraid of death,
But worried about staying alive?
Who knows that I have much to say,
But I would rather choose to hide.
Who would want to know all these
Or ask me if they dare?
But I am as trivial as these things—
Why would anyone even care?
But if you read this and become aware,
In your mind, do kindly bear
To keep my secrets safe, don’t share,
For spilling beans just isn’t fair. 🤫