There is still so much of myself, I do not figure out. My painted frontal, buries my scars. My beauteous smile, conceals my cramps. Because, My heeds are full of you they squeal your name, In the mist of tragedy. But still, I have faith in the Magic of fairy tales.
He gave me a rose on rose day, that shrieks of love. An ethereal blood red rose, that made her smile. An ordinary move, that shows nature's art. The queen of buds, that ordinance the heart. A valiant floret, of mystique romance.
I know everyone is busy ... of the valentine week. Bt this is for my love .. I am not busy and I don't need any special day to express my love bcz I know you are mine forever and every day is a rose day,teddy day, chocolate day, hug and kisses day...etc for me. I strongly believe in my love. Yeah! Its complicated, twisted and may seems like ****. Bt still I whir his name, bcz fr me he is the reason to look forward to d next day. He made me realise that I am always and beautiful and he gave me the confidence. I love him❤
I am only me No more no less I love I dance I cry I live I proud I laugh I am a girl I am a daughter I am a sister I am romantic I am utopian I am passionate I am an honest friend I am sweet I am shy I am cheeky But, I am not perfect I am not as forgiving I am not funny I do faults My logic is always my own I have many slants, like diamond facets Because, It is my life I am only me Not you
I am what i am.. Believe that... I am tired...I can't change... Believe me.. Believe me...
I am looking my name, it was carved in the stone. Pines silhouettes dancing in the dinky churchyard. My life has abandoned me. Now i am fragile!!
Now I stop fighting with my inner thoughts. I am going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask me what am i doing, you can say, i am remembering. That's where i'll win out in the long run. And someday i'll remember so much that i'll build the biggest ******* steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.
I always be act as happy.. Why is the most happiest, the most tortured inside. I don't know why? Is there any revenge.. Life towards Me.. I don't know why? Last.. I secretly knew, What was inside me.. Thinking of you Wishing of you Dreaming of you **** holy ****!! I am brave, i found the truth. It is hard to explain because My heart become heavy. Still i wonder how? when? when? All this torment and torture Make me free..
The worst thing a person does is torture themselves with the thought that someone who left them will come back.