I feel this weird attraction, I want to be the centre of your attention, I know I met you in a prison, And maybe you are not the right person,
By Tamama Khan2 years ago in Poets
I tell people you are gone because you drank coffee. It is a statement that earns me a lot of side-eyes and it stirs up a lot of confusion.
Title: Broken world it is but only true that we donot trust it is but only true that we donot love we live for the benefit only ourselves
Title:Where is Home? Where is home? They say home is a place, Where they think of you. They say home is a place, Where they support and love you.
Title: The start of war A bright sunny day, Laughter and joy, An ordinary day, Of work and chores. Kids playing in the fields,
In the men's room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall and the man waiting for him (probably his
Two hits on the head hurts. I crawl back to my dark hole, swallowing my tears for lunch. Back to the messy papers, the never unfinished pieces.
Pink. The sweet perfect childhood. No concerns and no difficulties, the hardest thing was doing your homework. Your biggest demands was to stay up past 9 P.M.
I'm sorry. That I wasn't aware of your joyful existence. That I haven't given your potential many thoughts and time.
Look into my eyes and you will see beyond times measure to all that's truly treasured in these eyes........ In these eyes, are moments unremembered
Title: Love under different skies we were born under different skies with our stars crossed never to align we were born in the age of war
The wounds don't heal, They fade away, They leave scars behind, And when we open them, It feels fresh once again. The scars that were left behind,