“Are you okay?” They ask.
I respond as quickly as possible as they will not notice the earthquakes in my voice or the drought in my heart.
Mirror mirror on the wall, was I born to fall..? Roes are red but my heart is dry. Dreams are sweet but mine are bitter.
They’ll ask “why?”
But no answer found and I’ll rot deep on the qround.
She cried and said , “sorry ” but for what .?
Sorry for having feelings.
I admit it. I am a sentimental dreamer who dreams about the perfect love story of falling in love,being in love and loving so much that it beings to hurt. I believe in true love , soulmates, fairy-tales and ending with the word “happily ever after.
This person is in love with love. All hopeless romantic are idealist, sentimental dreamers, imaginative and fanciful when you get to know them. They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do.
Find a girl who’s hopelessly romantic and with a dirty mind and hold onto her. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the evening. She’ll kiss you where it hurts, and until it hurts.
Obstacles exist but try and be optimistic about the most beautiful thing in the world, which we all know, is love.
Tristful, deeply yet romantically melancholy.
I don’t have a “type”. If I like you ., I like you. And if I like you , you’re pretty special, coz I hate everyone.
Love me or hate me , both are in my favor. If you love me I’ll always be in your heart and if you hate me I’ll always be in your mind.
I realized that..,Being nice to someone you don’t like doesn’t make you fake in fact.., it means you’re mature enough to tolerate your dislike for them and I came to learn that , the people who are intimidated by you , talk bad about you with hopes that others won’t find you so appealing.
And to be honest., I don’t give any reasons for anyone to hate me . They create their own little drama out of jealousy.
With the right music , you either forget everything or remember everything and I decided to stick with love , Hate is too great a burden to bear and the only thing that matters is how much you love . We Give we Get..
Monsters are Real ., and they look like people…
When I just lay there alone at night and the feeling starts to creep in. I long for more , but life is so meaningless. People make me sad and their reasons are so reason-less.
I feel like giving up, like no one is in the same place as you. When did it become a game.?
12 Am and my mind wonders. She tends to think about something that happened 5 years ago or something that happened 5 years ago or something that happened 2 hours ago or something that could happen 10 years from now.
Her mind is like a hurricane., it’s a wreck. It’s full of beauty yet awful thoughts. It’s 1 am and her mind continue to wonder.
I’m on a road with no destination. I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there.
when will this game come to an end…?
She said,” Why is it so hard for you to admit that you love me ?”
He said, “I can’t just force those words to come out and I only care about you. ”
She said,” Why care and all I want is love?”
He said,” No one taught me how to love and no one has ever loved me so all I do is care about you.”
She said,” I just wanted you to love me.”
He said, “I can’t offer you love until I know how to love.”
The society of today has made so many changes. Some are superior yet others are inferior. Why is it so tough for a woman to accept herself the way she is.? Why is it so difficult for men to act according to their age.? Bad choices are made but instead changing your wrongdoings you go back to the same mistakes and you expect the society to feel sorry for you.
What a sweet life you live. You are provided by married man the cash you want just to feel great and to be seen popular all he want is sex and you got brains think. Why look for a young lady to satisfy yourself yet you have kids and a wife yet you talk to your kids to be good people.. Are you that good.?
It’s okay for you not to be loved but why go through hell to impress the society for you to gain the loves and the likes. Fake is the new real. Deep down you hate yourself and you feel alone, at some point being fake comes to an end. Have the mind,you either think inside the box or outside the box.
The problem is, with wrongdoings, most people are pretty apathetic, they’ll wait until the situation becomes entirely intolerable to do anything and by then, its often to late.
Sorry to say, but the generation we are in has no good examples set to the small children. SAD😐. We need prayers for things to change 💯
Why is it so demanding. Just one time and you’re addicted. Ain’t in my right mind and my time is all wasted.
They really wanna read my mind but all that they will find is a wasted soul. Life is real when you’re outside but in the inside its unreal.
Funny how the blessed ones had the most curses.
I take more and I feel alive, in good times and in bad times. Sometimes when I’m high I feel high in reverse. I don’t feel anything but will keep my eyes in the sky.
Why do we live to die.? Paris doesn’t feel the same anymore. None of this shit matters it all fades away at some point.
I try to find the perfect words, to use the perfect tone , to talk but to talk less and to have the right energy but for what. Fuck Emotions.
Rich and Blind…