Bookworm. Poet. Story-teller.
Hold me tonight keep me in sight let me not escape don’t allow me be prey take me away let me not fall in love again ♥ Hug me tight confine me if you might let me not run astray don’t allow me be prey take me away let me not fall in love again…
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scarred by your words the insolence of your allegations coarse and obscene have mercilessly annihilated all of me how heartless blew apart the love and the likes a stream of dislikes the insults and the strikes to put up with these no longer I wish asphyxiating cut right to the bone every breath let out are…
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Never knew what hate was it was my love for you that introduced me to it a love that so completed me is slowly poisoning my mind, heart and soul ♥ Hate is the air around me the roads I trudge the sleepless nights with the ashes of your memories blackening my mind ♥ Hate is my…
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It doesn’t hurt as much When you say you don’t love me It doesn’t hurt as much When you show you don’t need me But it does hurt When you walk away each time It does hurt When you say you’re not the one for me Rid yourself off my thoughts You can You’re not…
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Some days, you may not feel like talking – accept it, and stay quiet. You may not feel like moving out of the house – stay in, remain locked up. No desire to eat or drink – remain such, till your body starts to crave food. Nor you may have the appetite for anything that you ordinarily love…
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Scarred you for the hundredth time How can I expect you to forgive? I was everything you ever wanted, you’d said Now, you can’t stand even the sight of me What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to choose? To tell you the truth and see you leave or mask it up…
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I don’t know what happiness is. I don’t know what being content is. But I can hardly say I’m resentful anymore. When I think of the past, I think of everything that wasn’t. I think of everything there is now. I see the roads I’ve trudged and the ones I did not. I feel deep…
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I asked again, you again denied. And there was silence, all over again. Why do you do this each time, asking me what’s going on? You’d said. I didn’t know what to say. I am tired of this, you said, almost angry. I failed to understand what that meant. Tired of what? Was it me…
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Asha Seth 