You’re not a dream.
Dreams are gentle..
You come like a storm honey!
velvet intentions,
and hunger folded beneath your silence.
You never promised safety —
only gravity.
And I,
the fool with wings,
chose to fall,
aching for the impact.
There’s no light where you are,
but I still walk in
barefoot,
skin flushed,
breath caught between want
and surrender.
You are the dark I step into —
not to be saved,
but to be undone.

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I didn’t mean to think of you again…
but the silence called your name first.
A memory brushed my shoulder,
soft as breath,
loud as longing.
I smiled — not because I wanted to,
but because you still live
somewhere between my pulse
and every pause in my day.

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I closed my eyes, not to sleep,
but to feel you better.
Your voice—still echoing,
dripping into the silence like warm honey.
My fingers curled at the thought of you,
every word you whispered
still etched on my skin.
No touch—yet my body remembers.
No kiss—yet my lips still part.
God… how do you still reach me,
without even being here?

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Today I realized, my love,
The scar from that heartbreak
Is yet to fully fade.
I still find myself longing,
Yearning for your embrace.
Would you ever grasp
The weight of this silent ?

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My heart is heavy,
Does it miss you,
Or simply not feel itself?
In silent echoes, it sighs,
Lost in memories on a shelf.
Each day feels colder,
Nights stretch endlessly,
Your absence lingers,
In every breath I breathe.
Dreams of us haunt me,
Shadows of what we were,
I search for solace,
But find only blur.
Your laughter, a whisper,
Your touch, a distant star,
My heart aches deeply,
Wherever you are.

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I sat there, numb in the shower,
Listening him to speak,
His words of making love,
Sent my heart racing, unable to speak.
I couldn’t catch my breath
Fearful of someone might overhear
my thoughts,
As I bit my lip for longing.
The cold water lost its chill,
But your words..
Baby..!

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He isn’t into u, neither he loves you.
You are just his responsibility.
He is not mad about you, but he is always mad on you.
It’s not love… honey, it’s just a marriage

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I wonder if someone could find fascination in me as I read.
Lounging on the couch with both feet crossed, the kindle rests on the arm of the chair.
Her left elbow just above the screen, and her right hand supporting her chin.
Glazed eyes and slightly pouted lips reveal her absorption in the text.
She casually tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, wholly engrossed in the act of reading. A subtle smirk graces her eyes, leaving me curious about the literary world captivating her.
If only she could gaze at me with the same intensity she reserves for books…

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Jaana…
I am full of love,
I am full of pain.
Take me in or
Push me away.
I am irreversible.
You stand at a distance, blow me a kiss.
My lips still quiver.
You wipe that glass with your long fingers.
I could yet moan.
Couldn’t you take this hotness?
My highness, I’ll be your cold shower,
Drizzle the water on your golden tone.
I could still taste through love.

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It’s been a while since I saw him
It’s been a while since I have took the same path when I saw him last
I have been thinking about it all lately
Love romance or passion whatever you name it darling it’s been a while since it touched all my skin
It’s been a while since I tasted that feeling of yearning for more..
Thirst on my lips
And longing in my heart!

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