Love ain't what you think.

If it doesn't make you feel immortal,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make you feel as if you can swim a thousand miles for a kiss,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make your heart clench with fear when you see "We need to talk."
It ain't love.
If it doesn't break you to see them break,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel like showing them off,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel as if you're the luckiest person on this galaxy,
Then, no sweetie, then it ain't love.
Love isn't measured by PDA or texts.
It measured, that's why it is love.
Love ain't easy.
It is a path of thorns where you go for the sweet release to numbness.
So is it worth it?

Strangers.

 

She tried everything.

Didn't she?

Cut her hair that trendy.

Dressed up chicer.

Walked like she gave no damn.

And that swagger in her step made you wonder if she was really over you?

And for the teeniest moment, you wanted her back.

Wanted to wrap your arms around her nimble body and tell her that everything would be alright.

Tell her that the boy she was ruing over wasn't just worth it.

But you can't. Because you're the reason she's in tatters.Life moves in such a weird circle, doesn't it?

Strangers, then friends, then best friends, then lovers, and now you're back at being strangers.

You clench your fist on the thought of her going out with someone else. Only to remind yourself that she isn't yours anymore.

Will never be yours again.

Started out as strangers, and better of as the same.


Keep Dreaming!

Destruction in disguise.

I'm the silence after a talk.
I'm satisfaction.
I'm the ocean which wears away the sand.
I'm anarchy.
I'm the air of the atmosphere, which
either breaks havoc or nourishes.
I'm naissance.
I'm the cream in your coffee.
I'm improvement.
I'm the cherry on top of the cake.
I'm the best part.
I'm the first rays of Sun, giving light to the world.
I'm the statue of hope.
But most importantly,
I'm a women.
I can be the glue.
Or destruction in disguise.

Keep Dreaming!

Messy Healing.

 I gave you my everything,
but my love wasn't enough to make you stay.
So you left me all alone,
and made me hit the bay.
Waking up each morning,
a constant pain is there,
which will diminish over time,
but now it's here and there.
I see you in every place I go,
you won't just go away,
But it lessens over time
 then why does your heart cut over mine?
Each and everyday.
I know time heals everything,
so why won't it heal me fast?
Seeing me in such a situation,
isn't it a big contrast?
So I wake up each morning,
 to hope to make you go away.
'Cause my heart can't bear so much,
but it's bearing it anyway.
In the night, I close my eyes,
to see you walk away.
A fresh wave of agony hits me now,
but oh well! I'll bear it anyway.
Until I heal, until I hope,
until I love again.
Until I see you in a garbage bin,
which will make me smile again. :)

Keep Dreaming!