This love that we talk about so often, do you know what it feels like? Love that so claim to be in, say it makes you happy. Have you ever actually been in love? Because for what I’ve seen its not all glitters and butterflies. Love is when you fight. Love is a lot of… Continue reading What is love?
The thought that you might not be there when I wake up scares me. I’d rather never open my eyes again, than to wake up without you by my side. I need you like the hurricane needs the rain. You help my wild child stay. You make me feel young again. No more an old… Continue reading Hurricane.
Would you stay if I asked you to? Because I wouldn’t stay with me. But you’re my last shot at love and I don’t want to let it slip away. Your absence affects me more than anyone else’s More than people I’ve known for ages. I would ask you to stay but would you? I… Continue reading My Adonis
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/final/ We’re friends who fell in love. He made me believe in Love. He made me happy. Then one day he left me. I was lost and confused, just like a child who lost his mother. Everything around me turned blue. It hurt like a bitch and I couldn’t let him go. A few weeks… Continue reading The Final Goodbye!
Hey! Maa, How are you? I miss you. I’m sorry I don’t call that often. I’m sorry I don’t ask that often. I’m sorry I was a difficult daughter. I’m sorry I didn’t see all that love. You were always my first. My first vision was of you. My first meal was with you. My… Continue reading This one is for Her.
via Daily Prompt: Perfume Her fragrance sent people into a trance. She smelled like beauty. Her perfume was grace. She was a mother. To her kids, her perfume was care. She was a wife. To her spouse, her perfume was love. She was a lady. To people, her fragrance was elegance. She reminded me of… Continue reading Her Fragrance
Distress. Vanity. Torment. Love. Useful. Joy. Different words, different meanings. But are they really that different? Isn’t there pain in love? Isn’t there a little sense of worthlessness while being useful? Isn’t there a little agony in joy? Isn’t there pain in vanity? Distress in agony? Sorrow in torment? We suffer through the good and… Continue reading Vanity