I miss her
when I can’t breathe.
I miss her
when my hands get numb
from the scars.
I miss her
when I can’t breathe.
I miss her
when my hands get numb
from the scars.
All she saw was red,
as she fell in the dark blue sea.
They called out for her
but the sea’s calling was louder.
What have they done to me?
Her voice echoed into oblivion.
Hi everyone! I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who have been a constant support to me. Thank you for everything. Time has flown by so fast that I got nominated for the third time for The Blogger Recognition Award by Ekta. Thank you so much Ekta for nominating me. Honestly, I feel really honored. Her blog is lovely with great content 🌸! Do check out her blog or then you will be missing out on an amazing and creative writer’s work.
Hi everyone! Hope you all are having a great day. Guess who just got 100 followers? I did! Thank you so much everyone 😸
I started blogging back in March 21, 2017. My first follower was my SISTER 💕 and then many more people started following me. So far, my journey on my blog has been amazing because everyone (including YOU who is reading this) were so supportive and encouraging!
I remember I was so nervous when I posted my first blog post.After that eventually people started liking and commenting on my posts. Since this is a special post for me so here is a shoutout for all my favorite followers (in no specific order) :
When your ears are ringing,
And your heart is thumping
I hope you hear my voice
I hope you hear it loud.
I sang with you the song of joy,
I played with you on the clouds.
We lived and laughed
In our little dreamland.
But as we grew older,
Misunderstandings and distance
Ego and anger
Became a part of our system.
He has a young daughter,
so innocent and so naive.
Loves her endlessly,
but never does he express.
As the time passed the little girl
grew up and built up her walls.
For one event had changed
his boundless love for her.
He started questioning her,
and taunting her for her mistakes.
It broke her heart,
so she cried and cried.
I went on stage,
to perform the greatest illusion.
I went on stage,
but I was in a mental confusion.
I turned diamonds into dust,
I turned my breath into fire.
Made my audience dazzled,
and made the crowds thunder.
I cut my skin,
and made the wounds disappear.
I lied to my kin,
and yet I, they endear.
I live in a perfect little cage,
a beautiful place I call home.
It never grows old wth age
a beautiful place I call home.
It’s majestic in appearance,
but looks can be deceptive.
I’m locked in this cage,
a beautiful place I call home.
I feel suffocated between these walls
I feel trapped by my thoughts
I wish I could fall
To get rid of these thoughts.
My sorrow has no end,
and my joy has no beginning.
This perfect little cage,
might be the end of my age. Continue reading
Good evening everyone! Hope you all are having a great day. Today I am going to write about second chances. I believe in second chances but the truth is I just don’t think that everyone deserves them if it’s for the same mistake.
If you’re having a bad day know that good memories are our second chance at happiness. In every bad situation, life gives you a second chance to make it right. Some take it, others leave it and most don’t see it.
It’s never too late to apologize for your mistakes. You don’t have to be perfect for someone to forgive you, you just have to be yourself. Some people may have set very high expectations for you but don’t get them wrong, they just want you to work hard and live up to their expectations. Similarly, don’t have a low self-esteem for yourself instead set high expectations for yourself because it is the key to everything. Continue reading
If I was a dumb girl,
I wouldn’t be afraid.
If I was a dumb girl,
I wouldn’t be betrayed.
This world would become a game of chess
and my destiny wouldn’t become a mess.
My silence would be threatening
because no one would know it’s meaning. Continue reading
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