Everyone needs a friend,
I thought I found one in you.
I didn't mean to mess it up,
Somewhere I fell in love with you.
I accept that I grew selfish, that's why I took the risk of telling you.
But I didn't realise you'd judge me for it, or our friendship will seem a question mark to you.
You can very well be cruel, I'll still be good to you.
I've never pretended & never will, on what my feelings are for you.
Believe it or not, I'm not like everyone else.
I trusted you with everything in my life, yet all you are doing is hurting me in return?
I only meant good, I only wanted to be your life long friend.
To help you see the light, in the darkness you dwell in.
Prove the world wrong, they've never understood.
Keep your promise, don't leave me alone.
But I can't make you do something you don't want to,
If you really want to go go, I won't stop you.
I'll try to stay somewhere where my existence doesn't bother you.
& if God is kind enough then you won't have to wait for long,
I'll find a way, I'll dissappear, this silly girl who sings songs for you will be forever gone.
In my attempt to make everyone happy, I only trouble them more.
It's me who don't belong here and with me all worries will be gone.
Thursday, 16 June 2016
To a best friend
Sunday, 13 March 2016
To Mr.Busy
Oi Mr.Busy🤓
Do you ever be free?🤔
Working day & night like a honeybee!🐝
When will you ever learn to reply properly?🤐
I wanted to ask you something that has been bothering me😐
But why would you understand my misery?🙁
Too engaged in everything else, you never for once even think of me.😠
Not that it'd stop me from reminding you, yet you could be nicer you see.😜
I love you
I love you.
I don't know how it is for you...I don't even want to know whether what people say is gonna be true...
I just know however old everyday this feeling seems new....I try to restrain yet my soul longs to be with you....
Maybe I'm lost in dreams right now to think straight...I'd never know why I carry on this never ending wait...
You say you're just another person that I accidentally met...I say you're the only one I'm destined to be with no matter how twisted my fate gets...
We can beat this together but you're not ready to fight...you say I'm wrong but does that make you right?
From your silence I try to pick up words...make a chain of compliments & try to get through worst..
All though when around you make me nervous...but when I stand alone nervous i think of you & give out my best...
It's funny how you'll always be my sunshine yet you'll never know...
How much is that I want you to understand...how I'll always be waiting to hear a..
I love you too.
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Friday, 22 January 2016
She is not
She is not here to make you smile.
She does not exist for the sole purpose of making your life easier or making your pain feel less painful.
She does not wake each day to make you gasp or groan with pleasure.
And she sure as hell is not destined to hold your broken pieces politely together.
She is here to inhale her pain and exhale
Fire.
She is not a pretty plaything
Or a sweet little pet
She is a living, breathing, booming woman
With curiosity flowing through her veins like hot pink lightning,
With thorns on her skin
And colliding particles of electric, mystical mystery in her eyes.
She might look cute, she might look delicate and sweet
But she’s got a fierce beast inside her—
Her wild heart.
But that’s no secret.
Because she knows what she’s not—-
And she is not here to people please until she dies.
She is not here to say pretty, glittery things that make people happy, but have no truth, no meaty substance.
She is not here to hold the crushing weight of the world on her shoulders.
She is not here to hide the flames of her anger behind sweet, sugary, fake little smiles.
She is not the one who will save you.
She knows that she can’t save anyone, for she nearly lost herself while trying to mend the rips of a thousand broken hearts.
Now, she knows—
She is here to love herself, first.
She is here to inhale pain
And exhale
Fire.
She is not a pretty plaything
Or a sweet little pet.
She is a living, breathing, booming woman
Sent here with a mission, a purpose, a spark
That blooms inside her
When she stops trying to be perfect
When she stops trying to say all the right things
When she stops trying to please everyone else—
When she stops, lets out a delicious roarin’ scream and asks herself aloud—
What do I need?
A bright purple lily blooms in her chest,
It unfurls with decadence and sparkles proudly in the sun, it covers her skin with a silky coat of electric goosebumps.
And in that moment, all is revealed—a scroll of tattered truths that make her heart beat a little faster—
She is here to dive deep and she knows it.
She is here to be so honest that it hurts.
She is here to stand alone, completely alone, and taste dripping raspberry glazed sunsets and kiss dark stormy skies with her head tilted back in pure, ecstatic pleasure.
She is here to create works of raw, wild blooming beauty from the gaping cracks and smashed shards in her heart.
She is here to unearth grains of gritty truth from the stinging scabs on her soul.
She is here to love fiercely and unabashedly—without timidity, without fear, without pretending, without second-guessing.
She is here to rise above her piles of sh*t and learn to fly.
She is here.
This moment is hers—hers to catch like a tangerine speckled butterfly in the palm of her hands—
This moment is hers
Hers to kiss, to touch, to embrace, to devour, to make passionate love to.
And in this moment,
She is so vividly alive.
She is here to inhale pain
And exhale
Fire.
(Courtesy:http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/01/she-is-not-poem/)