You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug
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 passing by through the waves of my memories. It isn’t easy, is it? To keep the words to yourself, the joys of emotions and success, the claustrophobic…
Her radiant smile warming the insolent hearts,\ as dust settles. (c)boringbug
I sat back with a sense of helplessness descending upon me. To begin with, uncertainty loomed over… (c)boringbug
Hit after hit she shattered the mirrors. Somewhere a heart shimmered. -boringbug
Teary eyed, sensing a warm rush from her stomach approaching her head, she looked up and groaned, ‘I don’t want to wear those torn shoes to school tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t go to school then. I don’t have time for all these tantrums.’ She rushed to the adjacent room and cried. Anger was unacceptable in her house….