#fragilehearts
Oh, the fragile taste of love—
Sick of love, minus the love sickness,
Sea-sick, bracing through someone
Else’s emotional waves, especially
Daily texts that land like silence
In a forest of dead branches
Let’s leave the small talk—
"Oh, how was your day"
I really won’t feel your words,
but I’ll answer them anyway
_To keep in touch_
Feel insecure with every hug,
Cut my tongue, bruise my lips —
I don’t taste much love anymore,
Excuse my __Glass Teeth.__
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
The wind caressed the flower, swaying its petals, and danced with it.
It whispered the tale of mountains, valleys, and plains, making the flower smell sweeter and shine brighter .
But suddenly one day, it struck the flower harder and caused it to wither off.
A beautiful story laid with harmony, but ended with agony.
The wind can cause the flower to flutter or fall off; it chose the latter, why?
Again, the wind blew a thousand times, but there was no flower to flutter or fall off.
This void sounded louder than any bulbul's song.
Has it stopped the wind from blowing?
Is the flower not worthy to exist?
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC