8 Ergebnisse.

The truth is loving you was inevitable to me. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't control or moderate it. I couldn't contain it within me. Everything inside me twists and turns with the need to make you happy. Until one day you decided to mortalize my immortal love for you. I didn't die right away when you left me amidst nowhere after promising me your love for as long as my heart holds love for you. I died a little when I gave you my heart and sou...

His eyes drenched in the sea of pain, Got the oar of hyperboles to float, Over the letter and words of his boat. They called him a sailor, But no, He's a writer who knows, How to sail the barque, Over his own saltwater. His hands waved the pen, Spilling the ink of his illusions, On the emblazoned paper of imageries. They called him a magician, But no, He's a writer who knows, How to calligraph the art and beauty. His thought...

The dreams were strange but also warm... They loved their nights because of that dreams... They didn't tell anyone about that thinking it was just dreams... They had many others to interest than the daily dreams and that unforgettable, complicated dream... But who knows...? Is that reality or just a cryptic dream....?

if you ever fall in love with a writer, please run away. as if you stay, oh, darling if you stay, every utterance, every action, every blunder, every memory, every grief, every tear, every lesson, every word, every scar, will always be remembered, and never, ever, neglected. if you stay, you will soon be struggling with yourself in the middle of the night, as that's all we are good at, messing things up. that's all we will ever be good at, ann...

February. The season of love. Of passion. Of confessions. Rejections. Heartbreaks. Of heartfelt desires. Of an ardor rekindled in one's essence. It was February. The season of cherry blossoms. Of paths pink strewn. A sharp, but tenacious and seasonal breeze was blowing. It could make one feel like a poet at the soul. Making one desiring to weep at how beautiful life was..

Love I need no love, love brings restlessness to my heart, I only yearn for peace of my disquiet mind. I envy you on your dreams, they seem so quiet and tranquil and I can't close my eyes in agony. I wish for nothing but to relax, my soul is too tired, it craves for rest, there was enough distress. I desire for your serene thoughts, your silence seems like heavenly bliss and my tranquility is full with screams. I crave for nothing but your sti...

Lost Myself in finding you Losing you was a matter of luck you were not destined to stay with me And I had to digest the fact that not every story has a beautiful end, you see Least did I know that i had already united with you from the soul, my heart and mind And now, it's so difficult for me to get that when I lost you, it's like I lost my soul, now hard to find Every of my heartbeat had your name etched in it And now you see ! H...

We quietly walk the busy streets, I could hear people laughing, singing, smoking, and just taking a walk. It was quite a busy place to be. Other than the outside disturbances, I felt the world inside me tremble, my mind begging me to start a conversation, and my body, almost ready to just collapse. "So how long have you been here?" I ask.