Истории Fingertips

Don't doubt the future. You can control it in your fingertips, It's all just an endless cycle Sophie. © Dora Thompson 2017

how ridiculous is it? just 30, 30 reasons. That's all it took. © 2013, Will Sawyer

I sat aside, alone , on the silent bench. Cool breezes of wintery evening pass on. Peaceful atmosphere catches its charm. A moderate shiny rays of setting sun struck behind with the gentle hotness. Above on palav tree a birdie chirps sweetly. In the temple with hard stones and huge empirical building; a slow and calm rhyms thrash on my ears. I, with my weights heavy, wait for someone. Noone will come, i sure, but wait till time passes at last. I sat aside, alone and sparing one place for that waiting. Silent bench will perhaps talk a sudden laughter when waiting breaks. Cool brezees evaporates with waiting's warm shadow. Peaces at its charm will break with waiting's hello!. A gentle hot shiny rays of setting sun will get wet with touch of my waiting. A birdie's chirps suddenly will no longer sweet with my waiting's laughter. My ears will get all busy with my waiting's words. But i sat aside, alone on the silent bench and waiting for someone.

A poem about the desire to change for love, focusing on personal growth and the yearning for connection

Poems by :- Tanishq Verma ( The Ishqi Poet )

The creation and progress of one couples continuous journey.

There is always a person out there who will make you heart change its rhythm at any given moment. There are also those people who will needle themselves into your heart so tight that they will never be unattached to it, no matter how far they are. There are moments who will make your heart grow larger and make it say boom boom. Moments that will feel your soul with so many memories. All these things becomes our heartstrings and I like to share some of mine with you.

"he is bad for you, can't you see it? love really makes one blind.. he is the reason of your pain!" "shut up." ^ jikook au fingertips, 2019 © cypherthree

A collection of my poems. Some old and some new.

Fingertips brush against skin like paint to a canvas. Sparks ignite a fire in the pit of your heart . When Nova first moved out,she didn't expect being stuck with a roommate working full time and barely squeezing in time for school. She definitely never anticipated meeting Jaxon. The boy that left a burning imprint of fingertips on her skin. As well as an aftertaste she didn't want to get rid of. Cover by @Jenny20