Hey guys @d_xemon@bouncy@solivagant7@aniket8732@kalpesh08 ....you ppl remember the Collab that we made on revenge nd suffocation??...yes?...well I decided to post my version of the Collab here...as far as I know only bhav sis has read it...so I decided to share it with y'all too....
Nd hey readers...u guys already know me...so...as usual its gonna be really reaally reeaalllyyyyy long...but what can I do, I'm kinda incorrigible I guess...
Please bear with me...am (not) sorry for the torture😜😂
//Love to Pain...
Pain to Suffocation...
Suffocation to Hate...
and Hate to a deep feeling of Revenge...
Powered by destiny
Triggered by Fate
A vicious cycle continues,
going on and on,
until one day,
everything ends with the dawning of apocalypse..//
Ladies and Gentlemen, buckle up your seats and hold your breaths...For here comes a saga of suffocation and revenge written in the ink of blood
Am focusing on a serious issue here...its bout the weakening bond between the parents and their children...I had witnessed some cases...and after asking for reviews from a few people I decided to write this...
P.S. This isnt made to offend anyone or derogate the image of ones parents...
If you think that your parents are controlling your life and its bad...then just remember that if you would have been controlling your life...it would have been worse
A love that had no beginning, a love that had no ending....but was a journey in itself...full of tears and smiles...grief and joy...detailed in complex web of intricate details which are incomplete without one another...
Its you who resides in my heart
Its me who resides in your yours
With the red string of fate tying our knots
Its not just you and me...
Its "us" now..
The "our" word...
//Alfaaz ki shakl mein ahsaas likha jata hain.... Jaha pani ko bhi pyaas likha jata hai... Mere jazbaton se waakif hain meri kalam... Main pyaar likhu toh tera naam likha jata hai... Uss pyaar ki ek inteham ne ekdin rok li zindagi... Zindagi toh ruk gayi par tu na ruki...//
"Main shayar to nahin Magar aye haseen jabse dekha Maine tujhko mujhko shayari aa gayi Main aashiq to nahin M agar aye haseen jabse dekha Maine tujhko mujhko aashiqi aa gayi..."
//Saath Mere Hain Tu Har Pal Shab Ke Andhere Mein Paas Mere Hain Tu Ujale Savere Savere Mein Dil Se Dhadkan Bhula Dena Aasan Nahi Hai Ab Toh Aadat Si Hai Mujhko Aaise Jeene Mein Juda Hoke Bhi Tu Mujhmein Kahi Baaki Hai Palkon Mein Banke Aansu Tu Chali Aati Hai//
Iss shayar ki shayari tere bin pura na hua... Tu jo uske ibaadaton mein sama gayi... Dil ki kuch aarzu bass dil mein hi reh gya... Tu jo uski khwaiishon mein sama gyi...
//Tere husn ne humpe aisa jadoo kiya ki tanhai se guftagoo karte huye humari shayri mein jaan aa gayi Vaham se kuch dur dur.. Yaakin ke kuch paas paas aake.. Dil ko ek aisa bhram ho gaya ki.. humko tujhse pyaar hai..//
"Mainu ishq tera le dooba Aisa kyun hota hai Tere jaane ke baad Lagta hai haathon mein Reh gaye tere haath Tu shaamil hai mere Hansne mein, rone mein Hai kya koyi kami Mere paagal hone mein Har dafa wahi Jaadu hota hai tu jo mile Ho… sab sanwar jaata hai Yaara andar mere… Ik lamhe mein kitni Yaadein ban jaati hain Main itna hansti hoon Aankhen bhar aati hai Fursatein kahaan Aankhon ko hai meri aaj kal Ho… dekhne mein tujhe Saara din jaaye nikal Aur phir aahista se Jab chhu ke tu nikle Teri aanch mein dil mera Dheeme dheeme pighle Haa ishq tera le dooba"
//Aankhein Moonde Toh Jaane Kisse Dhoondey Ke Soya Jaaye Na Kisse Dhoondey Ye Khwahishon Ke Boonde Ke Soya Jaaye Na Maano Nindiya Piroya Jaaye Na...//
Pyaar mein doobte doobte Tere dil ke dariya mein hum tairna seekh gaye Sat samundaron ko paar karke.. Tere talash karte huye... Jab niyati ki dahleez pe aa paucha... Tu mil gayi mujhe in baahon mein ik dafaa Sason mein sukoon mili toh aisa laga ki... Phir tujhe inn nigaaho mein main rakh loon sadaa..
//Allah Mujhe Dard Ke Kaabil Bana Diya Toofaan Ko Hi Kashti Ka Saahil Bana Diya Bechainiyaa Sameyt Ke Saare Jahaan Ki Jab Kuchh Na Ban Saka Toh Mera Dil Banaa Diya//
Ok...so...guys...recently I'm not in a very good mood so this may become lame...actually I had written this one last night....but while I was about to post it..my finger slipped and instead I clicked on the delete option so all my hard work got wasted...I tried to reconstruct it as much as possible...but when it comes to poems I think that you cant write one thing twice...but whatever... I know it's long as hell...as usual...so I'll just use my age-old request for my readers to please please please read it to the end...nd the comment box is there..open for y'all..
P.S. : it has references to two songs..."I'm in love with you" by Doro Pesch (the lyrics of this particular song is there within the backslashes)...and "I cant help falling in love with you" by Elvis Presley (the lyrics us there in the body)...the rest r written by me...
//I'm in love with you You are all I need I dream of you putting your arms around me And setting my spirit free I'm in love with you You mean all to me I've been longing for your love And hoping you will see I'm in love with you//
I'm not dead..yet With no injuries that can be seen... With no physical wounds that are bleeding... With me still breathing... And I guess I'll fit under what you define as ' I'm okay '... Do you know...today they told something that surprised me... They said that...I'm in love with you...?
//Night after night, strolling out in the darkness Demons in my head got me Hanging by a threat Time after time, year after year On my own it's such a lonely road//
I open my mouth to speak... But no voice is heard.. Except for a few silent whispers... That are carried away into the cool night wind... It feels claustrophobic in here.. My throat burns... Lungs constricts... Mind grows tired... I look around myself in hysteria.. Only to see you standing there... Only you...nothing else... nothing more...nothing less... Before my vision starts blurring... I wonder what kind of blindness this is...? Is it the disease of love...? For I'm in love with you...?
//Wanna let you know how I feel for you Wanna let you know I'd die for you Got to let you know my need for you Got to let you know I'd die for you Baby...let me tell you I cant breathe without you..//
Insecurities crowd my thoughts... My mind gets clouded by the black dreamsand of nightmares.... As I wake up every night right at 3 in the morning... Bathed in cold sweat... I imagine you standing here... Holding me tight to your bosom... I search for comfort in the non-existent warmth... Trying to lose myself in the lanes of nostalgia... Desperately clinging onto the broken figments of my imagination.... Until my mind shapes those figments into reality... For I see you right beside me... Feel your hands in mine... I lean forward to capture you lips... Expecting the sweet warmth to flood through my body... Only to feel the mocking touch of cold wind caress my cheeks before drifting away dancing... Making me realize that it had all been an illusion... A dream... Was it because I'm in love with you...?
//Day after day, struggling to get through Feeling so alone without you Tear after tear keep falling from my eyes I'm so afraid you might not want me too Like an angel turning dark to light You come to me in my dreams Your caresses in a lonely night Bringing kisses bittersweet, yes kisses bittersweet Bringing kisses bittersweet that makes me feel better And I go to sleep knowing It's not real//
Real...Fake...I dont understand these things... You told me to trust you... But I don't know what to trust... Should I trust those warm look of love that you always throw at me when you think that I'm not looking...? Or should I trust those cold harsh looks of hatred that you project everytime our eyes meet...? The trust...its broken...either way... But I still trust you... The bond...its severed...inside out... But I still feel for you... Thinking about you every night as I gaze up at the stars... Is it...Am I... Am I in love with you...?
Trust, such a delicate thing. So easily broken, so hard to win. Our bond seems stronger than ever.... But still feelings strecth and spiral downwards... So then why..? Why doesn't it seem as though the distance between us is greater than ever? Even when we are miles apart...? Why is it I crave your touch even in my dreams? When all I want is to erase your memories... Why is it when you are near I feel as though I own the entire world....? My heart leaps whenever you smile... Taking flight in the raging storms... Doing frenzied somersaults in a lovesick trance.. Filling itself to the brim with these unwanted emotions... Until one day I see it shattering like thin glass. My glass heart... Was it being held together by you...? It must have been. You... You hold my heart...you still do. Despite everything that has happened... But I truly don't remember... When ? When did I give you my heart to hold..? To care..to protect...as if it were your own.. When did I trust you so much that I handed it over to you on a silver platter without so much as a thought...? My head hurts as I try to decipher these feelings that are swallowing me whole... Not only my head...but this glass heart of mine hurts too... No...not because I dislike you... Not because I hate you... Believe me...I cant...even if I want to... It hurts because... Because...I had been waiting for you to say those words to me.... But you never showed up... So I kept myself hidden... But i cant now...not anymore... I'll confess to you my deepest feelings... My darkest secret... Although I may be too late by now... I take a deep breath... Calming my nerves... Girl... I'm in love with you.
Ok....so guys...this is a type of poem-story combo...i know it's too long...but please read it to the end...nd do comment
P.S. : the song is not written by me...I should've mentioned it but I forgot...how stupid of me...its a part of the song album named "Why" sung by Rascal Flatts...nd penned by Robert Mathes and Allen Shamblin...But the rest...from where the song ends...its written by me
"You must've a been in a place so dark, couldn't feel the light Reachin' for you through that stormy cloud Now here we are gathered in our little home town This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd Oh why, that's what I keep askin' Was there anything I could have said or done Oh I, had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong, and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old Roundin' third to score that winning run You always played with passion no matter what the game When you took the stage you shined just like the sun Oh why, that's what I keep askin' Was there anything I could have said or done Oh I, had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong, and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song Yeah, yeah, yeah Now the oak trees are swayin' in the early autumn breeze The golden sun is shining on my face The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing This old world really ain't that bad a place Oh why there's no comprehending And who am I to try to judge or explain Oh, but I do have one burning question Who told you life wasn't worth the fight They were wrong They lied And now you're gone And we cried 'Cause It's not like you, to walk away in the middle of a song..."
She put her guitar down as she finished the last line of the song...Nothing felt the same from that day onwards... His death...it came as a bolt from the blue... She never understood why he did so... Suicide...she never thought that he'd do it... He never had a reason to...or did he..?
And it all became clear the moment she found his journal...her eyes flew to the last page...seeing the words written in blue... a sad smile played on her lips as she traced the words with her fingers...he was a poet at heart...and he still held it close to his non-beating heart at death...for poetry were his past words...
"If you are reading this then it means I'm not here anymore...Gone...Far away...You may not be bothered by it..Or you may be you are...But it doesn't matter now...I'll just tell you why...If that's what you want to know...if not...Then crumple this piece of paper and throw it in the bin...Or better...Throw it in my funeral fire...But I dont care what you'll do...well...I used to...but not anymore...I'm just seeking closure...
Disappointment swirling in their black orbs... The glares pierced through my soul... Shooting a bullet right between my eyes.. Stabbing me repeatedly in the heart... Until there wasn't any blood left to bleed... This was the outcome perhaps... Not the one I had hoped for... But the one fate had burdened me with... Wasn't I foolish to go on searching for acceptance.... Sailing around the whole world... Wearing my finest clothes... Plastering my face with my biggest smile... Selflessly carrying my heart in my sleeves... Just so that someone would acknowledge me... Not as a hormonal teenager with mood swings Not as an attention seeker who craves for the limelight Not as a random nobody who's going through a phase in his/her life... But so that someone would acknowledge me for who I am... As an individual..... A human being...... As someone who also craves for love... Someone who dreams of rainbows... Only to wake up and stare at the wall in cold sweat... To find it telling a story in shades of grey... But I guess it really was too naive of me to think that I'll find the acceptance that I'd been seeking... For I knew that my dreams were as hopeless as finding the fabled land of Eldorado... But what can I do...? This urge that tugs at my heart... The need that clouds my mind with desperation... It's clawing at my sides... Inflicting scratches deep enough to draw blood out... The intoxicating smell of my blood....its driving me insane... Call me a masochist...I dont care... I've just trained myself to enjoy the pain... For that's the only thing I have in life... The only thing that has accepted me... I'm swimming in euphoria now... This feeling of being high... I cry tears of black in happiness... Finally...I'm accepted... But I know that this trance will break soon... Making me plunge in the deep ocean of reality... Where I'll once again see those onslaughts of glares... Experience those feelings of not being accepted... And believe me... It hurts.....it does...and a lot too.... But do you know what hurts the most..? Its...not being accepted by your own loved ones... Your family... And it re-ignites in you a flame... A fire with a need...no..a desperate want of acceptance It threatens to burn everything that stands in its way... Until one day it consumes you... Leaving nothing behind... Not even ashes...
And...today...I'll tell you something... It will be our little secret.. That fire... It consumed me too... Burning me inside-out... Setting my whole body ablaze... So I put the noose around my neck... My flaming body dangling from a rope... And that's when I screamed my last scream... A scream of pain.. A scream of freedom Before cursing you all to the same fate..."
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Presenting you Team 'Walter Mitty' aka The Dreamers:)
So we were given the Dutch word for revenge "WRAAKZUCHTIG~'bitterly longing for harming those who done something terrible to you'.
The post is parted 7 parts written respectively in order representing the 7 stages which turns a soulful human to a vengeance taker.
//3 months, now, They were relinquishing each other's depth at the silent twilight// Stage 1 ~ Being in paradise love
Your margin on mine is paradise
Will it be a sin to have you each night?
What If I tell you to take your revenge...
Will you show me your anger and rage?
Time stands still, nightmares
They metamorphose illusions and dreams
“She wears the odor of white pallor
That drapes me to her adobe”
“Looking at his eyes
I can see the hesitation
Is it me who is not up to the expectations?
Holding back my tears
I clasp him tight”
Let us drown into the deepest verge
Where our secrets lay unleashed
“Did he see my tears?”
“Did she scream my elegy?”
//Another twilight passed as both remains intertwined in love and confusion. CONFUSION?? yes, that's what intensified the rage//
//5 years, a long time, no? They used to share their intimate screams and they’re not too scary fragrant times. Irony isn’t it?
Readers, did you see the shilly-shallying between the so-called love birds? Here’s what the lady has to tell//
Stage 2 ~ Puzzlement and Perplexity
“In this world of betrayal, I'm a new immigrant
You messed with a high tide of strong current
That revenge will cast forth me vibrant
I’m after your soul, I’m a mad tyrant
Now that you see me, O! Observant
Have you noticed that,
You made me furious?
And made me lose my senses?
Wraakzuchtig is my way
I'm gonna take vengeance
I'm gonna have my revenge
Well A last wish is all I will grant
To meet your revengeful soulmate, oh! Me?
//Recall the times, you used to say,
Babe, just a moment, And I’ll be there,
The eyelids turned left scored me
And I knew you were not the one for me//
//Now she speaks..// //Watch her speak//
Stage 3 ~ Break and part off
The red knot lay scout on my hands
I’m reaching out for help screaming atop my voice
Tagging along my past Reminding the faint memories through
Hid beneath the curtain of lies
I try freeing from the harsh truth of you’
“Why did u rumble the insane pieces so strong?”
“Is it just my fragments or the one that keeps you on?”
“Lang syne has kept you broken? So now part off?”
The ecstatic gloom submits its essence to my torso
And here I, Yes I, lay submissive alone forever.
//She inhales the fumes of darkness.. She metamorphoses to her wild side. This is what she quotes //
Stage 4 ~Intensifying hatred
A rag left me Undiscovered
my lifeless body
finally fetched tranquility
visiting to the devils shade within seconds
life seemed to be playing a nightmare of feeding
my soul in the market
a breathless moment choking my dreams
the lungs morbidity
nothing to inhale inside my core
it feels dizzy
my hands consoling my
throat - speak up !!!
~~~yet words wont exhale.
// She now spoke, “It’s the feeling of vengeance that had sparked in my heart one day…thawing the freezing cold…
And I nursed that little flame into the raging wildfire it has turned into now…
Hoping that it’ll burn you alive.”//
Stage 6 ~ She's transforming
The love had vanished long ago…
And I had been treading neutral waters of pain for quite a while …
But now I’ve shifted into something deeper…
I can now feel this power buzzing in my veins…
I’ll go back to the beautiful meadow where we first met…
And dig two graves in the rich brown soil…
One for you…
And the other one..? Darling, it’s for me….
Don’t act so surprised dear…
I had been dead long ago…
Breathing was all I did…
My heart had stopped...
But do you know what started it again..?
This is our submission for @say_my_krish "s MY WORD YOUR COLLAB challenge. The story revolves around a young girl who struggles with various issues like child abuse and existential crisis. We have painted her life in different stages starting from childhood to old age, like the shades of a rainbow are the vivid shades of life, we've brought out the brightest and the darkest of hues, from the highs to the lows, in the life of that little, timid girl and her journey to become a woman, and how different life is for people like her. We hope you enjoy!
*CHRONOSYNCHRONICITY* (presentation of all stages of a person's life in a single piece of art)
I was fed that my being was frail and fragile like a paper that'd crumble by the slightest of pressure. I danced whenever it rained, I giggled while hearing bedtime stories but I never cried when he gripped my wrists roughly like a savage and left them bruised. Why didn't I? My mother taught me to bear it and she labelled it as perseverance that gets me through life's thick and thin. "You'll be a lady of dignity and honour like me." she always implored. It made me envious at times to see my brother being loved and pampered more but it takes a price to be a wonder woman and I embraced it. When I was slapped by him last night, I retrospected all the mistakes I did to have deserved it and after a lot of looking I found out what it was, it was to be born.
Home wasn't safe for me; it was a den full of danger, harbouring a bad wolf where I was a poor lamb caged inside with him. He'd come home drunk everynight to take a claim on his daily feast. So I seldom skipped staying indoors during nights, I'd venture out on empty abandoned roads which were a lot safer. Every night when others slept peacefully in their houses, I was out, busy throwing myself away from harm's way by staying away from mine. My neighbour used to keep a watch over my actions, he was my senior in school which was my only escape from this derisive hell during daytime. One night, he opened his door or rather his heart for my crying sobs and shared me some love. My nights started holding peace unlike before and he became my refuge or a temple where I'd go daily to preach. I started taking a liking to him; he was my bright sunshine in this depressive phase. I started finding joy in his laughs, he had the cutest laugh. He'd smile wider seeing me smile; he said I wore the brightest smile he'd ever seen in his life. Everything was different with him. In this huge pile of a mess that you call life, he was the only thing that looked like a resolute hope.
It takes years to build yourself up but only a moment to break all of it. The shard of the glass is what they see, but what i saw were the fragments of my shattered soul. My neighbour hid his ulterior motives well behind his fake smile. On my 18th birthday, the only 'gift' I received was my heart back in pieces from someone who I thought was love. my stepdad and my neighbour...both the monsters from my childhood were alike. Both used my innocence and left me feeling worthless. The only difference was that the monster used force where as my first heartbreak used lies. It felt like he made me feel special one minute and then worthless the other. I'm back on the road, surrounded by that brumous air, and at that moment right there, nihilism befriended me.
The night had settled on my shoulders. It was like a thin layer of dust which gets disturbed when you get out of the bed. Clutching my journal on my hand, I knew I wasn't ready, I'd never be but I promised myself to do anything that meant a reasonable awakening. I had to stop thinking about him wandering around in circles and round. I couldn't just keep running, seeking refuge, feeling his breath near my ear. If I wanted to stop thinking, I needed to stop myself feeling anything. anything at all. So I gathered some courage sailing boat I opened it one last time. I read who I was and what I had become. The feeling was similar to opening slit throats. The ink that no longer matters; mattered to me. Burning a journal shouldn't have been a big deal but at that time I felt like I was burning my entire existence into nihility. That is how another dream was dead and another voice ruled my head. Escaping into oblivion sounded so convincing. I erased any emotional bone I had in me feeling completely empty like a dried log. If I was feeling nothing, I contemplate wasn't nothingness a feeling then?
Time fled, my stepfather was lying in a jail and would be spending the rest of his evil existence locked inside that hell. My scarred blue heart was healing in the hullabaloo of this big city life. Life was very different when I grew up and I was slowly learning to love myself. My problems felt so small when I looked at the people hovering like bees, under the vast forget-me-not-blue sky. Everything was going ok, but then I started realising that the people here were no less than my stepfather. Whenever I walked across the road, they stared at me like wolves; whispers spread across like wildfire. They judged for the way I walked, for the things I wear. I started feeling my life was no longer mine, I felt like I'd suffocate. The nightsky which used to drench in purple and red, was now all charred and peering at those dark city-streets gave me chills. I wanted to give everything up.
The creak of the tired floor is parallel to creaking of once-vigorous limbs and joints, as I put one foot ahead of me in a clockwork-esque motion. The blood that now races through my veins has aged in a rather peculiar way. It is of course, not as rich as before, but somehow it prevades much more life than I ever thought it would, introducing to my brain exhilaration with a tinge of dulcet. Brushstrokes of grey and white have been wASHED over my tepid head as I gaze down at my book, my old journal, sitting by patiently cross-legged, using my eyes overshadowed with wrinkles. Memories of him have faded away into a void that fades and merges into the unknown, though they linger like the stares he used to throw at me. Those memories had been replaced by a new 'him', a 'him’ whose eyes I could find comfort in, whose smiles could lift me and place me on cloud 9, a 'him' with whom I could spend an entire lifetime with and still wonder, “when did the time pass?” anyways, back to the journal, the entity who I decided to renew my acquaintance with after an eternity. I open one page, and I breathe in a sigh. I flip to the other, and a thousand terrifying thoughts make their way. I look at the next, and my eyes cannot suppress themselves. With each droplet of water sliding down my callused cheek, I clasp my diary towards my bosom, and whisper with hushed syllables, "I forgive you"
Life hasn't been a soothing rhythm but a creaking noise that tried its best to make me deaf. Here I am today, removing the hands off my ears that were protecting them from further damage as the silence between our downhearted yet contented talks needs to reach my mind that is ready to walk on the path of oblivion, without holding any other hand. These smiles in this air keep reminding me of the breaths I lived between the gasps I survived. There comes a point in our lives where past loses its ability to haunt and we keep our eyes stuck on the path on which a definite future will arrive. This feeling of wholesome might just stay back incomplete without my other half or might go away into a deep sleep without him. But just the understanding that somehow I was whole till the last moments even after feeling incomplete in most of the bits of this complete picture will let me close my eyes with a peace laden smile. If being capable of thinking about last breath with a sane mind after going through these experiences which, when sketched on a paper, might just be thick enough to form a book titled 'Life' isn't a blessing then what is? /The events synced with time, I played the roles; the curtain will fall on this body alas, I'll get gone with my eyes closed/
To the stranger yearning to read between the lines
You sat at the shore, watching my silent waves rising like poetries and then descending, but failed to see the receding sea. If you would have lingered more than what your sleep allowed you to, you would have witnessed the horrific tsunami. You find me mysterious, not wanting to delimit the boundary between us. So today, let me be an open book, and see how deep you delve to actually read.
Before you again call me a calm head, know that I'm Caldera, a crater lake, a hollow depression, whose genenis lies in a volcano, oozing self destruction. My teacher once taught in class, how one tectonic plate is pushed beneath other for the birth of a volcano. So I kept thrusting my self worth beneath others, wanting to see the real phenomenon. Every plate I met at the intersection was not kind enough to thrust me into submissiveness, so at times they parted on a tenebrous night, another reason for the formation of a volcano.
You say I write a better version of what you do. Let me tell you that the difference lies only in time travel. My poetry now sprouts on Finnish Lapland, where my freezing thoughts lead to snowfall of metaphors, turning the raw emotions into snow covered cloaked monsters, not letting anyone touch the battle inside them. While your words still grow like the transparent dew drops, outstretching in arms of readers, letting them hold your poetry tight, when grief befalls you.
You want to have a glimpse of my face, running for a reason to keep you awake midnight, years after she did. So right at 5 am, look at the sky, you'll find me there, endeavoring to paint a starry night, with eyes of a man I once loved, who called himself a dead poet, selling me to loneliness as one of his paintings, to earn a living.
I don't deny about the familiarity standing between us like a parallel line. Like how we mirror missing pieces of each other. But you still reflect ounces of life, and I've found solace in death. So before we start chasing each other, and history screams 'repeat', let me disappear like I never existed.
You might never hear again from me, not atleast in this life. Consider the night of our paths intersecting as the Halley's Comet, one that probably occurs only twice in a human lifetime.
You'll never know that you've carved a niche in my heart, the one that makes me write this unsent letter.
I've been watching you lately Your life is going perfectly All your Instagram pictures and the smilies Keep telling me that you don't need me honey Distant from each other Miles away I'm insecure Think I would loose you That's why I keep giving reason So that we don't see each other I promised to visit you I came to the city but I never came near you That guy that you tagged on Instagram Is soo better than me I think he'll suit you You keep tagging him in the posts I keep on being insecure and cruel I think you'll leave me Because you've got better options for real This is the real life not reel Without you I don't feel the zeal But I'm just insecure baby And I don't know maybe that's not a big deal I've been ignoring you lately I'm sorry I haven't forgotten you completely It's like you are just to good That I feel you no longer wanna date me All the highs and all the lows We have stubbed our toes But I'm insecure and I guess I can't be same no more... Finally I met you You slapped me and said I hate you The moment tear fell from my eye You kissed me and said dumbo I love you You asked why I've been behaving weird lately I told you that I'm insecure baby You said damnnn you idiot I love the way I'm lately But you make me feel the zeal And tell me who I'm really I'm just a broken piece But you complete me honey Ik you're insecure But it's these insecure times When we need our people like no other So don't be insecure I'm all yours I'll stay with you Until our faces become wrinkled My dear honey.......