I was 13, when I watched“ always” turn into “ almost”I was 14, when I realisedForever is a jokeI was 15, overthinking Bout things ,That never really happenedI was 16, Searching for woundsthat weren’t mineI was 17, when I apologisedFor simply existingI am 18, when I drown in guiltJust for the way I loveI don’t […]
didnt believe heaven exists in human form untill i saw it live on days she forgot her own smile but made sure that i thrive if i could , i would bottle up peace and gift it to you, as a perfume on days i broke a little daily you assured i dont stop to
Why are some attachments so scary? Because once you have them the thought of losing a person isn’t just scaring it’s haunting, as if living in a world where their presence isn’t tied to your life looks scary. Some people become homes and then despite all the cracks that home gets, you don’t want a
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In the garden of everything I’ve ever lostEvery flower was frozen by a layer of frostFrozen between then and todayFrozen between what I have said,And what I wished to sayThe frost infused the air with regretEven I was lost,buried beneath the sunsetAnd yet I was standing aliveIn the garden of everything I’ve ever lostAn ounce
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In the garden of everything I’ve ever lostEvery flower was frozen by a layer of frostFrozen between then and todayFrozen between what I have said,And what I wished to sayThe frost infused the air with regretEven I was lost,buried beneath the sunsetAnd yet I was standing aliveIn the garden of everything I’ve ever lostAn ounce
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9From having hopes,like lanterns flickering my mindI bid farewell to the only version of me,That believed the world was ever kindBetween blowing out the candlesAnd leaving my inner child behindI lost the part of me ,Who stood in the sun , without careAbout the tan she would getOr the weight she would have to bearBut
I lit feelings of what nots and what ifs, only to burn them down in ashes . Overthinking isn’t just thinking too much it is building big cities in your heads only to get lost in those small streets. It is holding a matchstick in your hand and letting it reach and burn your finger
I lit feelings of what nots and what ifs, only to burn them down in ashes . Overthinking isn’t just thinking too much it is building big cities in your heads only to get lost in those small streets. It is holding a matchstick in your hand and letting it reach and burn your finger
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