careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
ميرا پسنديده كلامًِ Meri Pasand. Collection of my favorite pieces of Urdu poetry.
We know the life history of every famous person possible but we hardly know anything about the lives of the most famous people in Islam. Let us learn about the lives of these famous people an share the knowledge with everyone. This book will contain stories of the prophets right from Aadam( a.s) to our last prophet...
He slowly pulls away, running his fingers across my cheeks, enticingly.❝ Shh, don't cry.❞ ❝I bet my mascara is totally ruined❞, I reply into his chest, and he laughs a little, smiling his crooked smile at me. ❝Don't worry❞, he whispers, pulling me closer, ❝You're more beautiful now than you've ever been before. And y...
A genius of love and loneliness. Poems from someone who is not a poet. Highest Rank: #179
She was eccentric, Lots of vibrance, abundance in every aspect. This poems are all about what i see about her and the way she makes me feel. I'm not a judging kind of person - I just write what i feel. ________________________________________ Instagram@thehiddenwriter Same goes for Twitter.
to be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly write Highest Ranking: 11th in Poetry on 9/28/15
