Because words are meant to be read
Yesterday, I wrote about you but when I wrapped my hand around that pen And looked outside through that window pane I pondered,” who are you?" just some inked words lingering on my white and black world which lost their meaning with time but still embedded on that diary of mine.
But she stayed there for all those years, because she knew he would search for his lost pieces, first in those places where he had left them.
when all lights are off and everyone is far asleep, I think of you and of our memories, coming in like a nasty little creep.
Since a decade when I first fell for her or maybe her hair which sang and synced as she talked or shall I say for everything Since a decade when i first held her hand so soft and fairly clad in mine with warmth and trust which I was so proud of that now... Continue Reading →
Not every love is perfect Not all are complete Some are just some tragedies Some are just meant to bleed But all of them are like debris of old mistakes and memories.
She left, But she didn't realize Behind, he was left.
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