After spoiling my mood, don't tell me that I am getting rude.
Trust me, you will definitely get screwed.-
God: I think he's had enough...
Things can't get any worse for him now.
Me: Imma screw things up and prove him wrong.-
"I promised myself that I would never fall in love with you !
But it was 4am, and we were laughing way to hard,
And I felt happy for the first time in a long time,
And I knew I was screwed !"-
Hi !!
she texted !!
after a long time... π¬
21 years 7 months 15 days On earth!!
You're the only person I ever Loved madly & truly BUT!
you're the same person that made me hate a person for a lifetime...
The saddest part is that the person i hate the most is Myself...and the fucking reason is for LOVIN YOU !! π£πΆ
still figuring out how to forget you &π
still you wanna screw me again after these many years !!never!!
get drunk and die bitch !! ππ
HE REPLIED...!!-
*in viva*
External- "Tell me a chapter you've studied well."
In my mind- "Don't speak, dare not. It's a trap."
And then, in that moment my friend, if you spill out something that makes the examiner smile slyly, know that you're screwed.
*push the chair back*
*move out*
*fail like a boss*
*dignity intact*
-
I can't sleep,
nor can fell asleep.
Tossing and turning
on my bed,
waiting for you to
screw me once more.
And so passes
another sleepless night.-
She TRAINS
her mind
not to cross the limit..π
The very moment
She looks at him
Can't abstain
HERSELF..π―οΈπ₯
-
Everyone need
Practical TRAINING
Before getting
into the job,
For this Job
None requires..π₯-
My trajectoryββof metaphors,
Fails to reach the parabolic path.
Written from an angle, more or less,
45 degrees... is not that I'm sure.
Neither the force, nor the momentum,
Reaches the frequency of oscillations.
Resonating in void of my pages.
My bland words pass through,
The ink as a prism.
Some internally refracted
and shine within...
Some come out as
The rainbow poem.
Mostly fail to reach
The threshold to excite
The action potential.
And dies as a draft,
Perspiring... dust.
At times they
Object,"Milord!
Thou shall, not
Abandon thee."
I am guilty.
...-