“Perhaps love is a drug; could heal your heart's wound or drown you into an abyss.
Either way, we keep taking it without a second thought .”
Love
Mysterious, indescribable
Intoxicating, tearing, rewinding
A riddle hard to solve.
The whisk of
Porcelain and jet-black
Midnight adventures,
Comforting gestures,
Zigzags in straight lines
The unspoken stories
between hello and goodbye.
Love is a twisted tale
of beauty and disaster.
A concept yet to be defined.
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FOTD:
Worst one so far. I keep amazing myself wow.
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Nirvana
ŞiirShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
