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how did my state turn joy to desolate? am I a companion of melancholy? am not dear to melancholy actually but it’s very close to me how? maybe because of my deeds now am at phase 69 but...
if you pretend to know it you will lose the opportunity to g… focus to learn it. it’s only done when you admit it. first
When you smile, you create heaven… that’s obviously blow my mind When you smile, you make me to gig… it’s happened without any strenuou… When you smile, my heart flutters…
I felt insane about what am doing. I fall in love again and again wit… I love how I make decisions choos… I like how I learn something uniq… I know who I am, and I love who a…
Having the same likings doesn’t mean it’s love. having chalk and cheese is not meant for contradiction. love is such a pious thing, it only happened through two hearts. I experienced it...
under a deep violet sky. embellished with a dab of blue Slash of gray with Dark crimson shades on shadowed hills." got smitten sounds from unaddressed sparrows eventually reach the Dark...
in your eyes, there’s a heavy blue don’t make me choose one I want to feel both, I need that… one is Sweet divine, another heavy… one is Water or another is wine,
My morning starts calmly with a no… My mind at the position of pervers… That’s the purpose that makes me w… start my strides Effortlessly and… I glance at one particular place;…
No matter how we temporarily live… but here our two souls are interwoven perma… those having life compared to our… you always leave a Mark.
I got my words into his efforts And my thoughts into his actions He started his golden voice, “Whenever the sun sets, I’ll be there
when you touch them gently, buds a… In that significant second, I hea… that sensual fingers Mould to cons… you are reaching through the skin… I saw that vibrant veins got flick…
You attain My heart and soul and… Before we met ago, A void was in… I look at your face every day some… am only dressed up to show you, my… there are no more reasons to talk…
She is the terror like my mirror, wherever I can see her as superior, She is a rough flower, Bloomed at lava river,
Eyes have their limits to leave tears but what’s wrong? am unable to see an end to that. is it worth weeping much? because of misconception. why always are my tears passing for one reas...
The night never fade but it’s going to be wide until I die. yeah, It’s Our First Night” said to be my delightful night