On nights like this, he used to hold my hand while I hold him in my heart, but tonight_ the sky is full of stars and my heart is meshed with scars. / shattered like shards of a broken crystal, the relic of his breath in my mouth now tastes like my tears_ sour and […]
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Pictorial carmine, Reddish brown or Pink? A recreation of solitude, he was Bit by bit, he broke me down Even when I couldn’t erase him from my thoughts Like a soft petal, he arrived with a rosy hue And he explored the serenity of my affection Desperation and desolation held me back I
I want to talk about the 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 days when___ I was a pedestrian on the highway With the bright and succulent mangoes Assembled in the tray sitting on my head Every day after 2 pm__ when my mates did their assignments With my school uniform, still on, I would perambulate 𝘖𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢 Swinging
James took a deep breath, dropped his phone into his pocket and hot pain rushed into his chest. He surveyed the busy street ahead of him and received a text notification on his phone. “I’ll be needing a makeover for the birthday shoot too baby”, It was a message from his girlfriend, Her younger sister
