I often wondered if we all do find our The One?
I did not know until my simple eyes, amidst all the normality and mediocrity, stumbled upon you — another boy with flesh and bones, little conserved and lost with sharp, demonic eyes. But that’s what your appearance was like. From the inside, it was flavoured with fun, wit, and a cosmic of love. But above all, it was your kindness — the truest form of beautiful.
People break hearts when they see no other way to express love. A mistake made once is a mistake, but twice is a choice. And I have made my choice.
The regrets and little questions of the past decisions will always be there inside our hearts, and we can never pluck it off our heart. I wouldn’t want to either, for I want them to be there as a reminder of everything that has gone wrong, so you and I — us — can make everything right in the possible future.
I cannot promise that I will not break your heart ever, for I am a girl who is here to commit mistakes, but I will make sure I heal it.
There is a thin difference between wandering and lost. And, I have always wandered in your eyes, and then, one fine morning, I lost my way. But, for how long can a girl stray in the rocky paths or find peace in motels? A person always has to come back home, and if not, it has to find one. I have a home, once again, and in the same eyes.
How different you and I would have been if I hadn’t called on your bday or if I hadn’t texted you that long message, I wonder? Would our nights be still lonesome and our pain covered with the little, damaged smiles? I now know, Time likes to play games and hint us, so we can place the lost pieces back in its place. And Time does it when it knows things are supposed to happen. So I wouldn’t thank the gods or the people, but you and I, for making a decision and writing our own story further.
We have built the past, the middle, and now we have to build an end. So, let’s dream and conquer what belongs to us — you over me, and I upon you.
Let me be in a love where I am a stranger to my hands, and I do not notice them slipping inside my pockets. Let me write poems to you, so you will be aware of every touch you have between your legs.
Wonder what my choice is? You. I am going to build a home around you — brick by brick — for you are what I am passionate about. And my heart sings for writing, so I will write about you — sometimes to you, sometimes to the world.
I can never give up on you lazy insaan!
xoxo
Gossip Girl
I did not know until my simple eyes, amidst all the normality and mediocrity, stumbled upon you — another boy with flesh and bones, little conserved and lost with sharp, demonic eyes. But that’s what your appearance was like. From the inside, it was flavoured with fun, wit, and a cosmic of love. But above all, it was your kindness — the truest form of beautiful.
People break hearts when they see no other way to express love. A mistake made once is a mistake, but twice is a choice. And I have made my choice.
The regrets and little questions of the past decisions will always be there inside our hearts, and we can never pluck it off our heart. I wouldn’t want to either, for I want them to be there as a reminder of everything that has gone wrong, so you and I — us — can make everything right in the possible future.
I cannot promise that I will not break your heart ever, for I am a girl who is here to commit mistakes, but I will make sure I heal it.
There is a thin difference between wandering and lost. And, I have always wandered in your eyes, and then, one fine morning, I lost my way. But, for how long can a girl stray in the rocky paths or find peace in motels? A person always has to come back home, and if not, it has to find one. I have a home, once again, and in the same eyes.
How different you and I would have been if I hadn’t called on your bday or if I hadn’t texted you that long message, I wonder? Would our nights be still lonesome and our pain covered with the little, damaged smiles? I now know, Time likes to play games and hint us, so we can place the lost pieces back in its place. And Time does it when it knows things are supposed to happen. So I wouldn’t thank the gods or the people, but you and I, for making a decision and writing our own story further.
We have built the past, the middle, and now we have to build an end. So, let’s dream and conquer what belongs to us — you over me, and I upon you.
Let me be in a love where I am a stranger to my hands, and I do not notice them slipping inside my pockets. Let me write poems to you, so you will be aware of every touch you have between your legs.
Wonder what my choice is? You. I am going to build a home around you — brick by brick — for you are what I am passionate about. And my heart sings for writing, so I will write about you — sometimes to you, sometimes to the world.
I can never give up on you lazy insaan!
xoxo
Gossip Girl
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