Her heart is an urn, Holding ashes of the past, When they look inside, They see nothing, But she knows what's been burnt To nothing, Cause she drags it's weight Every single day.
It is good that you put people through some rough sails, so now when you see them offshore, you know they never deserved to be with you when you are sailing smooth.
He is my shield, That makes me stand up every time I fall, against all odds, strong enough to make sure none of them pierce through, and get my skin bruised not even an inch.
If the love in your heart hasn't made you feel vulnerable to the one you love, it is not the real one. . Oh Dear ! you can't love wearing shield around heart.
Sometimes we miss people, Even after we have learned how to live without them. But it takes time to realise that Missing someone doesn't always means we want them back. It's just that "a part of it" was so good that heart wants to hold on to.
Where I am standing today, Might not be goal- seeking spot But trust me, walking upto here while pulling the daggers stabbed in my back, and handing them over to others. Has been an upgrind battle.