19/F/INDIA A chubby face with bold eyes,
Sometime I'm mad sometime I'm nice.
A simple being with less expectations,
Believe in long life love then short infatuations.
A poetess by heart 148 followers / 1.4k words
The bus is not so full now, through the glass the sky begins to redden, my bag's on my lap, my eyes are on the road. In this rectangular metal box I pierce the city's veins, watch them pump, pulsate with people I may, or may not, meet someday.
and then there comes a age when you don't even lie you don't even hurt anyone you didn't do anything bad but still feel terrible and your heart becomes miserable then you can't even breathe properly.