Sometimes it feels like a lie to call myself a poet --
The world is a gorgeous, ethereal place --
All I've ever done is, do my best to use what little words I have to tell you what my eyes have happened to see, and, what my heart has happened to feel.
I'm just another of life's many plagiarists --
Stealing experiences for myself and pretending they're words born from my soul --
So what's the term, then, when the universe's machinations bring me across someone like you, and my heart is filled with so many words that I could write a thousand novels?
A poet?
A thief?
Or simply a woman with a mind, taken, filled to the brim by chance, with desire, need, and affection?
"Could you even describe the warmth of a glowing moon?" V. Rue, 2025.
Just a reminder that they might love you but I don't and that's worse
Terrified of getting close to someone because :
β mein jisse bhi apne bahut qareeb lekar aata hoon , wo mere dil ka ek hissa tod kar le jaata hai β
- amandeep singh
Well I understand but nobody can ever be confident about people even if it's explored. Loving someone is an act of bravery.
Lmao no you are the only son I am just delusional
I feel so good about myself when you call me son π₯°π
I hope my son is like you + more confident (I will make them)
Carefull cutiee. Mere aise sare shitpost like karoge toh mein apko kidnap na karlu kahiπ½π½
Kidnap hona toh mera bachpan ka sapna hai or aap krengi? Ahem ahem who am I to deny?
Yes missed you so so much that I have to go through your blog and spam you but you took it as a competition and spammed me back π<3 (β Β β Λβ Β β Β³β Λβ )β β₯
It was educating myself on a hot girl (for research purpose) (β ββ ΰͺ¦β ββ ) not like provoking you for a battle ππ»ππ»
Aww I miss you too even tho I see you around often. You spammed me A LOT I got over 100 notifs lmao. Nah I wasn't fighting either just catching up on your blog <333