To the one,
Things that reminds you that goodness exists. It injects honey into those cracked bones. Variegating with rainbows,flows into own depths.
The one who’s secretly thinking to make your day damn special. That is what it is meant to be tender.You would be reminded that often choices are on depths over anything else.You would be reminded of being pouring from the layers of things and are some still yet to be discovered.
WE TRANSFER OUR UNCONSCIOUS SELF-APPRAISAL TO OTHERS, RESPONDING ACCORDINGLY!
It’s just so hard in sense to immensely grab emotions. We all are rich with comfort in some way,happy disposition,seem to unite some of the best blessings, imaginations, perceptions leading to astray. We are somehow headstrong, reluctant,longly fed with hopes.
You’re disappointed. Things that makes you unreal and it’s the fact that other bitches excites you. The more you’re onto something the time you feel low,
She was fragile with her strongest wings.
But she isn’t incepted.
She was just a lie whispering to herself,
Yes,trapped in between those doors and black sleeves.
Tied herself up with a tangled messy knot of pain.
I would call her brave else less pretty,
Cuz’ ,she glows even she’s unhappy!
She pours herself when she wants to cry over.
No, she isn’t a price to haggle over!
