I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the फूल draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even और profound than catching sunlight. Because if आप ever catch a तारा, स्टार in a bottle, आप would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after आप see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet संगीत for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told आप had a great body would आप hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both दिन and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the फूल draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even और profound than catching sunlight. Because if आप ever catch a तारा, स्टार in a bottle, आप would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after आप see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet संगीत for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told आप had a great body would आप hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both दिन and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would आप do?
Would आप cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
या go into silence until the very end...
Would आप प्यार the ones आप hate the most या be the person आप hide?
Would आप pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would आप try and keep the sun from setting as your last दिन ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else आप say as आप close your eyes.
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my दिल tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the सीट as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My दिल starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing द्वारा my house.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the सीट as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My दिल starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing द्वारा my house.
