Your voice is loud and clear, ringing down the hallway. I want to be there, embark on the emotional roller coaster, that is, you.
Every ascend there is, there will be an equally winding descent and I live for those.
Is it fate?
My prayers fall astray when I end in one room and you continue speaking in the other, the door of your room bolted shut.
The key to your door is available to everyone, except me.
Is it fate?
Is it fate that I don't get you enough?
Is it fate that we were never meant to be?
Is it fate that you reciprocate my feelings in dreams?
Is it fate that attracts you to me?
If so, will such a fate attract me to you?
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After countless tries on "bad boy goes good" or "good girl goes bad" and even the unusual "bad girl goes good" stories and miserably failing, I have decided to muse more. They'll either be short ones like this one or lengthier one shot stories that I will hopefully upload weekly.
Till next week,
Mridula
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A Mind Full Of Thoughts
PoetryAfter mindlessly attempting to write the usual stories, my brain has resorted to muses and poems. Read on to watch my brain pour over your phone screen like a toppling tea cup brimming with tea. A Mind Full Of Thoughts
