As usual coin has two sides, story has two versions from their viewpoints, judging without knowing the other version makes no point.
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Nephophile
Pluviophile
Cynophile
Believer
I pour my heart ... read more
Opened the closet,
there lies old photographs
which was taken
in the special moments,
Gazed at each and
every pictures,
Lived my past days
again
in my brain,
Tears roll down in
my cheeks as rain,
I forgot my routine and
sat there in vain,
Why not the time freeze,
just like,
it freezed in the photographs.
Why not the people stay forever,
Is forever just happens
in fiction.-
My love buds bloom
without you stimulating it,
my heart is filled with
blossoms of love and pain now,
that I try to reduce by filling my papers,
more I write, it
worsens the pain,
pain penetrates
deep ,deep in the heart and
make me more obsessed,
now my heart is immersed
in your love
And the pain which I
caused to myself and
I hide the pain like a mist
hides water in it.-
where you can hear your
own heart beat coz
of anxiety,with the
question "will my dream
come true? "-
I wish you would
find me attractive like
the way I found you
attractive and fell for you.-
says me stop,
enough is enough,
prioritize yourself,
let him go,
let him go far way,
if you continue
all this
you're going to be
depressed again,
so please stop.-
In the garden full
of blossoms,
I chose a red rose
which had thorns,
it pricked my palms,
teared the superficial layer
that made my palms bleed.-
Nope, I'm not in a wrong way
It's just the wind blew me here,
It was irresistible.
I'm far away now, no matter how far I'm,
I can find my way back.-