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Déjà vu

Mar 9 Aneesah Lionheart

Immortality

Dear love,

In this moment,
our steps feel familiar,
like we’ve danced here before.

Words feel familiar,
like we’ve sung them before.

The air feels familiar,
like we’ve breathed it before.

My dearest,
your lips feel familiar,
like we’ve kissed before,
in another time,
another life.

Tell me, love,
do you feel it too?
Or am I alone
in this déjà vu?

Déjà vu — a mesmerizing whisper of familiarity....
:)

#familiarity #love #nostalgia #soulmates #dejavu #intimacy #fate #timeless #longing #past

Mar 9 Aneesah Lionheart

Lily And Moon

Mar 9 Aneesah Lionheart

Immortality

Lily And Moon

The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.

I remember the full moon night last year, lighting up my terrace. The flower plant looked sooo beautiful!!
One flower was shining exceptionally bright, its face turned up toward the moon, as if it was shyly glancing at it.
Such a magical moment it was!

#lily #moon #beauty #nature #garden #moment #fallinlove #falltodeath

Mar 7 Aneesah Lionheart

Accident

Mar 7 Aneesah Lionheart

Carson Dees

Accident

If you ever feel,
Like you are an accident,
Just close your eyes,
And listen to the birds,
Tweedle-ee, tweedle-oo,
Hear the sway of the leaves,
Shhhhhh... shhhhhh,
Open your eyes,
See the blue sky,
The green grass,
The fresh air,
And remember,
You
Are
Loved.
Wanted.
Do not give up.
Keep pressing on.

I press on for the prize,
For which God has called me heavenward,
In the name of Christ Jesus.

You are never alone.

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

The Storm – Hesitation

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

Lalit Kumar

The Storm – Hesitation

Silences grow where words once flowed,
Love unsure, yet still bestowed.
A question lingers, a fear untamed,
A love too fragile to be claimed.

#love #storm #hesitation

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

Post 3: "Hesitation – The Breaking" (Doubts, Distance)

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

Lalit Kumar

Post 3: "Hesitation – The Breaking" (Doubts, Distance)

Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently.

She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand.

Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go.

A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air:
"Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."

Silences grew where words once flowed. Love, once warm, now lingers in hesitation. Was it ever ours to keep?

#breakingpoint #hesitation #lostinlove #silentheartbreak #unfinishedsymphony #loveslippingaway #echoesofus #almostforever #fadinglove #loveunspoken

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

The Ocean of Questions (i)

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

Lalit Kumar

The Ocean of Questions (i)

Why does a lamp burn, only to fade?
Why does a flower bloom, only to wither?
Why does every life tell a story,
Yet every end births a new beginning?

Will this cycle ever cease?
Or will the soul forever wander?
Is there someone writing this fate,
Or is it just a grand illusion we ponder?

#existence #philosophy #cycleoflife #spirituality #unansweredquestions

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

The Origin: Meaning of Life (ii)

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

Lalit Kumar

The Origin: Meaning of Life (ii)

Some say,
"Life is a game—just play along."
Others whisper,
"Life is a punishment—just endure it strong."

But I wonder, is there a path ahead,
Where truth itself has left a thread?
A place where doubts dissolve away,
And the soul no longer bears its weight.

#lifepurpose #destiny #illusionorreality #seekingtruth #soulsearching

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

I’ve been meaning to ask..

Mar 4 Aneesah Lionheart

McKenna Christine

I’ve been meaning to ask..

& really, do you even mean what you say? why do we feel like a trap, you were never supposed to be a prison stay. in all actuality you freed me. i mean, at least that’s what i used to think. now i guess i just feel used. finding myself wanting to go back to the forgotten days. how'd i ever let it get this far? hell, where do i begin? your smile. your lips. a promise, never to be fulfilled. an ache, a need, a dismissed agenda. words cannot express the pain that forms when you say you don’t remember. is there something that i missed? i can’t help myself from going back. i voluntarily drown in our memories. you fill my lungs, take my breath, you can keep everything that’s left.