“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.”
They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal. We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek. Yet we
I’m gonna sit on your lap make you hard I know you hate disobedience but the punishments make me smile I want to make you mad so you can take it out on me once you get me tied up tonight we won’t be getting any sleep Your eyes just turned so dark tell me
He was a strong man, the strongest I knew, but see, he was hurt a long time ago and ever since, he has not trusted many people. So when he does, it is beautiful. It is more beautiful than seeing a butterfly take its first flight. More beautiful even than watching the first flower of
Hey would you listen? If I said the words you don’t want to hear the words I have locked into my soul the words that would make you feel nothing at all Hey Would you smile? Smile for me, tell me I know If I told you that I loved you dear loved you more
It all started with a dreamer falling in and out of love, But I’ll be on the edge of the world with you if you ever wanted time to ever stop. All you have to is, ask.
Tried to keep you out, but kept coming crawling back to you…. every time. What will you call this?
Let this innocent love blossom between us don’t let it wilt away tender to it, nourish it, feed your soul to our love and we will be inseparable.
He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee
He was the devil, his curse was He was a worshiper, her body his altar They represented disdain through all who knew them But she was a drug and He was addicted Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.
I want you to stop playing me, But I don’t want you to stop having sex with me I want you to stop pushing me, But I don’t want you to stop Doing all that you do for me. I want you to stop fucking tripping, But I don’t want you to go anywhere. Cheap
There so many things I would like to say to him. Things I feel he did to me that are notfair but what person would I be if I did? There is no victory in foolish blame neither is there saving with a heart that is filled with anger and hatredYou must do it with
I still remember those evenings with him, when he fucked other women in front of me as he deemed it the only way to conceive, while I was leashed in a corner.
Dedicate this poem to your wildflower 🌻♥️
I know that we will never talk again I keep remembering, how close we once were I imagine us together In order to fall asleep
Love should be like this, losing yourselves in each other while resting your soul in each other’s faith 💗
Every night I start to write, to simply fill these rows with words that I want to tell you. The only thing I desperately want you to know Is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins Your touch calmed the thunders from my thoughts, and the hurricane from my body That your
Guys, I finally launched my podcast channel and here it is – Listen to this episode of my podcast, Soul Talks, The unforgettable first kiss https://anchor.fm/piamajumdar/embed/episodes/The-unforgettable-first-kiss-e2nlv2/a-a7f5ed Tell me how it was 🙈😍❤️
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You thought I won’t survive without you You were so wrong, baby I didn’t just survive without you, I thrived.
Whenever I think about sex it smells like you ❤️
Paint me with the wet tickle of your tongue lingering with affection savoring my fervent flavor in bold strokes of your obsession as the love grows deep so does the lingering hunger within.
It’s true indeed, every time….
Hey guys, it’s our first tie collaborating together, me and Amandeep, check out his page. He is an amazing photographer, and he clicked pictures of a very cute grumpy cat. 🙂 🙂 There is an internal fight in my mind I don’t know what is lost that I am trying to find Maybe I
To lay with him is like playing with fire, the flames, they burn me alive. Leaving me marred, hurting and scarred- the pain on which I thrive.
Will you come back, if he/she frees you?
Your words are serene In a tranquil chaotic world And I am drowning in them ❤️
Hey guys, finally I am home from my tour and so sooo much tired. Gonna need a full week to recover I think 😅 But couldn’t wait any longer without posting this- bought a new diary from Nainital and it’s gorgeous. The shop owner made these diaries with his hands and they are simple but