I never thought I might experience this, but I knew it, it was there outside, standing at my doorstep, knocking,,, I decided to ignore, I decided to hold on, I realized carefully and patently, how easier it is now to let go, where back in time I couldn't bear the idea , but the strings that attached my heart, got really tired, the chains that used to tie friendships by all meaning of innocent love, with no conditional efforts, the soulful friendship chains become loose, rotten, dark, rusty enough to be broken, I regret, though I hate to admit this, the five years of my life, the five years wasted on lies, now I can say trusting people is a matter of insanity, human beings are destructive, evil and self loving creatures, I lost my trust in all the meanings of friendship, love, good deeds done by others, I only can see now, is the negative nature is a only a reflection of human beings thoughts, I only trust God, nature, myself, at least the three of those, promised some...
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Memories cause you heartache, they are pictures that never change, smells that never fade, and people we used to knock their doors in the middle of the night awaiting for comfort, hot summer days that always felt the same, breezy and pure , cold winter nights that felt cozy with their presense, the taste of the food while dining, to move on doesnt mean to throw the pictures away, or burn them, to move on is to lock them with a secure locker and throw its key deep in the ocean, to let it go doesnt mean closing the doors, but knowing well they’ve been broken once, to let go means being strong enough to throw the key, and to fix the door, to let go is to grow stronger”
Its no harm, trust me I wish I can spill my ink inside your cold and hot heart, you had got me lost into a maze of thoughts that I cant myself escape from, my head gets easily tipsy; drunken on the though of you, my blood rushes through my veins and blossoms on my white cheeks flushing like roses, My coffee tastes nothing but your bitter-sweet pheromones. I longed to see the drunken texts from you a little bit more of a longed conversation struck between us , your sober words you speak drunkenly, and if you've ever been high, I will await those words to be spilled out of your bloody lips, your wicked cheeky game you play, I want to know it all. I just want you to tell me all of this.” — Eva .S
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