affi 5d
I thought it was your affection
Like seeing a loved one after a long time
I gave you the benefit of the doubt
That was not okay

But affection had never touched me like this before
Your hand on my waist
No this doesn't feel right
This is not okay

I leaned away
And you closer
And I said it was good to see you again
(That's how interactions end right?)
This was not okay

I smiled screaming silently
I couldn't disrespect
Someone older
This was not okay

You leaned in
And kissed my neck
Ate it
With my trust
Of men
Like you
That was not okay

And now I'm not okay
Life is full of strife,
If you have lost something  in life,
Remember one thing,
What you have lost is nothing,
Compared to what you have gained,
It fills you with profound joys unexplained.
What you don't have is just a dream,
What you have is beyond your dreams,
Hold on to it,
Every little bit.
Your family,your relations and your dignity,
Your dignity is your pride in society,
Your family, your pearls,your precious treasure,
Your relations,your world, has no measure.
Be happy and satisfied with what you have.It is enough.Little things and people close to you matter the most.
Tash Feb 19
Time goes by and people change
Friends turn into strangers and fade away
Forgetting all that was said and done together

Time goes by and people change
Life changes
But better yet you should still remain the better you than you've ever been in life

Change is inevitable embrace it...
Some relations,
Glittery like a glass,
But scatter with a mild hit,
Hurt if you try to gather them back!

Last like a diamond,
Shine bright when chiseled,
Prove their worth with passing time!

कुछ रिश्ते
शीशे की तरह चमकदार होते है
हल्की चोट से बिखर जाते हैं
समेटो तो और चुभन पहुंचाते हैं.....

कुछ ताल्लुक़ात
हीरे की तरह सदाबहार होते हैं
वक़्त के साथ और निखर जाते हैं
मुश्किलों की कसौटी पे तराशे जाते हैं....
Just thought!
They say loyalty is the most important
I beg to differ


If you can't give me that
Then you have nothing to give me
Brianna Nov 2017
I think of him when its raining and the weather is gloomy and the clouds come in the surround me just like he did for a short, short while.

I imagine he is sitting somewhere in New York right now drinking some awful Gin and Tonic drink , writing something about some girl in a bar.

Or he's walking with his jacket high up over his neck day dreaming of his long lost Juliet or maybe he's scheming something more like Macbeth.

I like to think he thinks of me from time to time, the girl he sent poems to on Valentines Day, the girl he talked about loving the ocean more than life.

I know it's a bit narcissistic and a bit conceited but I like to think he know's I think of him from time to time.

When La Vie En Rose comes on and when I'm walking down the freshly rained on streets humming a tune.

When I am alone in my room contemplating how I couldn't make things work with good people or when I re read those poems I keep hidden away in my closet.

I imagine he's sitting in New York at some trendy, dive bar, making friends with the bartender telling stories about his life.

I imagine he's writing something about a girl he's currently in love with and the features that makes him swoon because one day he will give those poems to her for Valentines day as well.

I imagine that the day he finds the Juliet to his Romeo- he won't need to think of the girl whose too far away and in love with the ocean anymore.
Hannah Zedaker Oct 2017
I am water.
You can hold me close
I am warm in your hands
But, eventually I'll slip through your fingers
and all that will be left of me will be a cold feeling on your skin, and a puddle of wasted nothingness on the floor.
Each of us has a secret garden.
Someone's is big enough, someone's is small.
Well, it's clear all gardens differ,
And, undoubtedly, they bring us joy.

Hide and seek. Don't reveal it easy.
Swing back-forwards, fall into vain.
Nothing  matters and nothing happens.
Heartbeat sounds like a music box.

Singing, soaring with hands in the air.
Sometimes silence is the best workmate.
Closing eyes I can see all better.
Now the time when mine gathers yours.
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