a_last_metaphor

Thanks for following me.

hey,
          changing my username from @captivating_twilight  to @ a_last_metaphor.

hii guys,
          the last lie from p3 wins 2 prize in summer poetry awards as best breakup poem.

new poems published.
          ink worth wound

Hiiiii;p
          How you doing????

Hii, v4v? F4f but do it for the account and book in my v&f reading list :)

Hey, checking your work out now. Sorry it took me forever I've been a little m.i.a. on here.

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          https://www.wattpad.com/user/Lucythenoona?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=
          
          Thank you!

the feminine urge to be proposed like this
          likhta tha..
          tum qareeb raho ye chaahat h mujhe,
          tumhe muskuraata dekhu raahat h mujhe.
          meri ruh ko mohobbat h tumse,
          tham lu tumhe kya itni ijaazat h mujhe?
                                                                                                    ( uske khat/ baatien ankahee)

It's strange.
          The pain I always mocked at was the one paying the rent for my art.
          I cant write when I found peace with my sorrows.
          Always, every poem began with a wound. Give me tears and I'd turn them into verses. Give me longing and I'd weave it into metaphors. Give me pain and I'd make something beautiful out of it.
          But what happens when the monsters in your head stop screaming?
          What do you write when the grief you've carried for so long finally sits beside you in silence?
          
          Perhaps this is my poet's block.
          Or perhaps I'm simply learning a new language, one that isn't spoken in heartbreak.