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  • nabz15 1d

    Some words weigh heavier than bricks.
    We say things with no meaning but they mean the most to those who listen.

    -N.S

  • nabz15 3d

    Your tongue spat thorns, it ripped my flesh and I bled. I bled onto pale petals that turned crimson. What became out of such hatred blossomed into forgiveness. I used your thorns and made my armour, because no rose is without thorns.

    -N.S

  • nabz15 1w

    It was quarter past 3 on a sunny afternoon.
    I sat alone on an empty bench beside the river we used to come to as early as my childhood memories could take me. The long hand on my watch ticked by steadily as I watched the clear shallow waters lap upon the smooth pebbles. I waited... looking around me, hoping to see your smiling face from up the pathway but all I saw was dust and stone. I guess all the rehearsing of lines to an imaginary conversation wasn't necessary because I'll be gone too soon.Goodbyes were left with the wind and the memories stayed buried deep beneath the shallow waters .

    -N.S

  • nabz15 1w

    In time I hope to see the good in me, the way I saw in you.
    In time I hope to love myself, the way I loved you.
    In time I hope to be me without you.

    -N.S

  • nabz15 2w

    Could have been
    Would have been
    Should have been...

    -N.S

  • nabz15 2w

    I forgot what happiness looks like

    Was it the colour of tangerine skies, the sound of birds blissfully chirping or the smell of romance in the air.
    Was it a mother's touch, a child's laughter or a father's embrace.
    Was it sunny days, vanilla ice cream or the kiss of the ocean.
    Tell me because I forgot what happiness looks like.

    ©N.S

  • nabz15 2w

    Broken records

    You gave life to old songs, covered old wounds and breathed out new memories.
    I've heard this song countless times that my heart beat in Adagio: slowly with great expression;
    And like the song your words were repetitive, a loop I spent too much time listening to.
    I guess I should have stopped listening to broken records, because not all broken things could be fixed.

    ©N.S

  • nabz15 3w

    Words can just be words sometimes but the moment your glassy eyes send streams of gentle rivulets down your face, the way your bottom lip quavers as emotions swirl by without caution or the fire that burns when your soul speaks to mine , that's when I know that some things don't need to be spoken but rather felt .

    ©N.S

  • nabz15 3w

    And out of all of life's greatest mysteries
    He was the biggest.

    ©N.S

  • nabz15 4w

    You were my home in a place I've never known.

    ©N.S