Jul 17
I really NEED a romantic men who writes poems about me and draws me🙏🤍
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I really NEED a romantic men who writes poems about me and draws me🙏🤍
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When I was younger I use to think I had superpowers As if I could control the light frequency Preparing that I was a spy sent here on some kind of mission
As if I finally found my reason for being here I no longer have that same childlike wonder
बारिश हर बार शहर को भिगो जाती है, मगर मुझमें कुछ हर बार सूखा रह जाता है।
बूँदें तो छू लेती हैं मेरे चेहरे को, पर तेरे छूने का एहसास अधूरा रह जाता है।
~ Chronicles of Ritu
Poem by Sam Pink
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the sexual tension between me and
disappearing completely
Mirror, again
The glass doesn’t lie,
but it doesn’t love either.
I stand here,
counting every flaw
like bruises I gave myself.
My reflection flinches first—
as if even it
can’t bear to look at me.
Yet still I stay,
hoping one day
the person in the mirror
won’t feel like a wound.
THE CANDLE

Such a beautiful entity yet we forever are bound to be together. For the entity can touch so deeply that it will imprint us of her love forever. For the other, is bound by the laws of nature to touch it, as the entity is a thing to bathe his eyes with yet hands have to be deprived of such pleasures. One is cursed to touch forever deeply and the other is bound to not touch at all. When both realized the curse, upon great separation the other asked the entity for a peace of her to forever remember her from, she gave the most beautiful part of herself, her soul, the other named it a candle.