15/F/someplace HELLO and welcome to my crazy world, I identify in this messed up world as an author, it's just my identity, I love writing and I will keep doing it.
irony: the fewer words I write the more I trend, it's like ppl are telling me to shut up XD 34 followers / 1.3k words
my sweet little Indian girl ur not mine anymore ur long black hair i can't caress and ur tan skin I can't kiss my beautiful Indian girl I can't stare into ur brilliant black eyes anymore I can't hold you I can't touch you my beautiful Indian girl I lost you
Your name is still my phone’s password I still didn’t throw out “our” shirt Still feel butterflies when I get ur text Still fall asleep pretending you’re next Still need you Still love u But what changed is I can’t have u
I miss u but ur right here I just can’t reach for you
Roses are red Violets are blue Time goes by And I miss you
Just like me The flowers grew But soon they wilted Just like you
You were sweet This I knew Like an addiction I loved you
Now the roses are dead The violets are too The garden's all gone And so are you
Your flowers died I did too Because all along I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.