It just slipped form my hands And shattered into pieces She looked at me With her big brown eyes Worried and scared I wrapped my arms around her Like I have hidden her in my soul Kissed her forehead Caressed her face And whispered softly Don't worry darling I will get one from Mars It has two moons You can keep one And play with it In case you break that one too Then you have me and I have you.
When the universe Decides my soul is old enough And reaches her twisted fingers Into my crippled core Plucking out the essence of me Will she proudly mount it Upon her wall, a treasured trophy For all to admire her creation? Or hide it ashamed In a disheveled cardboard box Beneath warped floorboards? Whatever her choice I will gladly endure An eternity of payment For a chance to feel your breath Linger with mine.
Earth and Phobos have fallen in love Phobos rotating in it's orbit around Mars And Earth around the Sun At one point came so close That they fall in love But they know They do not belong together they know They can not do much about it The only time They see each other Is when their orbit cross paths They can not touch or hold each other And they are so far away They can hardly talk Yet they are happy They feel blessed they know That their is someone Out there in the universe Who loves them unconditionally For just who they are And that is enough for them.
I know who you are I know how you love I know I only saw what you showed to me I only held what you handed over to me I never wanted to own you I just wanted you to grow wings To set you free from yourself Somewhere in between it all went wrong I tried to cage you for myself Despite knowing You can neither be caged nor owned I was scared of losing you It was so so wrong I have broken the cage and watch you Sitting on the ledge fluttering your wings I am still scared But if you are to go You will Maybe you were never ever here Maybe you are already gone Maybe you were always free Maybe I was always wrong Maybe you never needed me Maybe I am no one to decide Maybe we both never existed Maybe we are just figments of each other's imagination
The problem is that Losing you was only the start My grief has morphed into Permanent heartache And depression persists Sticking like venomous syrup In the middle of my chest Spreading to my limbs Till I can barely breathe And I slip into a dream To soften the brutal blow And I'm fine again for now.
You can tell me I'm a bad person because your love didn't heal me the way you thought it should; the way I hoped it would. And I can't deny that you deserved better, but I can't unbreak my heart on command just because you promised to hold my hand. That's not how any of this works, and now we both just feel worse.
Hello! This is me, a girl in random from poverty. My life is all about chasing, hunting and surviving. I was abandoned on the streets during my early childhood and since then, I live with a group of young girls who beg on streets who I call them as my sisters. Though they were unknown to me, they treated me as their younger sister. Since so many years, I have been begging on streets for money and food. This daily task is not easy at all and I always need to keep moving from one place to another. Sometimes I beg on the railway stations, outside the restaurants or sometimes outside the religious places too. If I am fortunate enough or I meet a kind human, I get some amount of money and food to survive for a few days or simply sleep at night with an empty and groaning stomach and staring at the dark night sky. I tried working in construction sites as a labourer and also worked as a waiter in random restaurants but they either ill-treated me or refused to give me the money I deserve. I don't like to beg, but what can I do? Everyone looks at me with a disgusted expression only because I look unhygienic. The moment people see me coming towards them, they would either close the glasses of their vehicles or tell me go away in a harsh way. All I do is to keep wandering around for the entire day. I see so many children going to schools, wearing good clothes and living a happy life. Looking at them, I crave to live a life as them but maybe my life is just about being in this mess. I have no idea who left me like this on the streets. If it was my parents, why did they do so? Growing up as a girl is another difficult task. Many men keep an evil eye on me. Many of them tried to kidnap or sell or use me. Growing up into a girl, I had no idea about menstruation. I noticed alot of physical changes in my body . When I bleeded for the first time, I thought I was sick. Later when I told my sisters about it, they explained what is menstruation in actual. I wish, I too could live a happy life rather than begging. I too want to go to school, make friends and be something in life. I too want to wear good clothes and eat a good meal. I too want to feel loved and respected. I too want a loving family. But, I don't know whether this dream of mine will ever come true. I am in such a state where my existence nor my absence matters to anyone. Yet, I wake up each day with the same schedule. Chasing for food, hunting for my dreams and surviving for life in a hope that things may change one fine day. This is what kept me alive till today....
Can't believe! This year went so swiftly that today, it's December 31st! Well, this year has been good or average or miserable to some. Yet, let's just be thankful for the gifts of life we have been blessed with and being hopeful with life. And a very Happy New Year to all reading this.✨
I want to be sad and cry in my bed for being so foolish for letting him in my head in my heart Fast, immeidat, from the start I believe too easily... I am not out here lying held up or questioning begging someones pardon I want to be sad stay in a dark room, sad love songs playing keeping me in the mood - of let down, not surprised again & again Damn! why couldn't it have been him? I want it so bad. I'm open and true every time I begin anew try after try fresh and free letdown after letdown why hasnt it been me? I want to be sad cry real hard not bathing, crying for days conversations on replay stomach full of butterflies I want to be sad but - where are all the tears I thought I had? I want to be sad