
Love
You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug Continue reading Love
You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug Continue reading Love
Looking in hindsight, the world looks jumbled, as I glance over my shoulder the shadows loom, aware not that I am the light they so desperately seek. (C)boringbug Continue reading Light
In you, I shall trust,but would thou trust me back? (c)boringbug Continue reading Trust
Burnt to the coretwisted, directed, and anchored, the words remain protected in my thoughts,for they touch your soul not the greed. राख रुखमहफूज़ हैखयालों में,मखमय मेहरूफशब्द है मेरे,मलमय नहीं। ©boringbug Continue reading Words (शब्द)
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug Continue reading Memory