Write about your first crush. Did you ever tell them? What made your first love special?
Tag your letter 'love' and make your mark!
Tick, Tock... Tick, Tock!!!
Struggles and time, they go hand in hand. Don't they? I have grown up listening to- "Have patience, you will get everything on time"; or, "Time heals everything"; or, "it's not your time yet"; or, "you will get there on time" and what not.
And at the same time I have also heard- "You should get married now, there's time for everything and you are already late" and I am sure, people who are already married listens to- "You should have a kid now, as you know the clock is ticking"; who are facing career crises, like me of course, listens to- "Stop killing time and do something". As if we are happy this way.
I have realized one thing. Time never committed anythin...
i know you are no longer mine
that your heart beats for someone else
i am not sure you were ever really mine
as i am sure you doubted me
that all our promises
of forever were in vain
but for that time
we shared a love
that shattered my entire universe
and rebuilt it into
a solitary need
to love You
for the rest of my days
every day in every forever
and on into whatever eternity
befits this yearning
Y acá estamos día a día creciendo un poco más... a las 20 semanas deje que mamá me sintiera por primera vez en su pancita y ayer le di el mejor regalo del dia del Amigo a mi madrina Day y mi Papá José... ya con 5 meses y medio me paseo por la pancita de mamá y alguna vez la asuto porqué estoy muy calmada o muy activa... y asi estamos esperimentando nuevas cosas mientras crezco sin dudar...
you said we used to be brilliant
we used to shine like the sun
we used to paint the town
with the rhythm of our love
but the only color we know now
is the color of deceit
we draw lines across the city,
words etched like hexes
from north to south
you stay on your side,
and i’ll stay on mine
isn’t that right?
we used to be shades of wonder,
of magic, of madness, of mystique
now, we are white lies
etched into a black heart summer,
silence caged in gray
(once upon a time,
we could’ve been the most amazing art)
- ashley jane
You have handled so much pain, so much heart ache. But then again God has blessed you and has shown you the amazing things that can happen when you take your time and you are patient. Sometimes you’ll go through the dark days and the gloomy skies with rain just waiting to fall. But you have risen and shown the world that there is sunny days even during dark times.
Nostalgia can set in but you know one day you will be reunited with your good childhood memories and it will all have been worth it in the end. The little girl flying a kite reminds you that there is always hope and that the child inside will always live to do kind and loving things. Because sweetness it’s a...
Mí mantra es Klim kamadevaya mahana
Serás tu el indicado ?
Porque no vuelves a mí lado ?
Es mucho lo que necesito de tu amor, donde estás ?
Seamos uno en cuerpo y alma.
that You will never be able
to love me again
in any lifetime
all of the forevers we promised each other
nor in any eternity
that i will go through all of those alone
dying each time
never again knowing Your perfect love
and that is the saddest ending
to any love story
When your heart breaks again and again you develop a weird aggression inside you towards life ... a fire burns inside so high .. It is upto you when you let it could turn you into Ashes or light up the path of your life
a silent applause
for the presence
of Your perfection
in the universe
I don't call it cuffin
I just call it lovin
We don't break up in the summer
And we don't keep it undercover, oh yeah
It doesn't mean a thing
I just wanna love you all year
I am there
Not many are
Not even closer
To feel that pain
Pain which is not there
But still surrounds
Can be seen
Yet can't be found
Found in a way
That the roots
Can't get ended
Ended in a way
That it doesn't starts
All over again
What to do
What not to pursue
My inner me
That I have seen
To an end
I can say
You are not getting it
Should I leave
Or should I stay
Leave for my sake
And stay for yours
Staying will cost
Some peace and lots of love
Leaving will cost
Hell lot of sufferings
He looked at the stars and smiled. They smiled back. He cycled between them, one star at a time. The did too, between his soul and his spirited gaze. The midnight air gushed in and filled the cold stellar space, the spatial isolation. He gathered enough will and swayed his hands. He hugged the moon and the withering night. But then, his amazement darted towards the dancing eyes of the still mountains which seemed to exchange silence.
“What a place to be alive.” He thought “in a capsule where the sky can fall apart anytime but mend itself right in front of the fickle eyelashes, in a short span.”
He then found himself swooning over the hot grass blades that gave away a subtle ...
¿Aún recuerdas ese primer beso?
Sentía tu energía, la electricidad
se filtraba entre los dos
Tu mano en mi cintura.
Temblaba de deseo
Recuerdo tu sabor.
Tu cabello bajo mi mano
Tu espalda y mis uñas clavandose
Ya en el cuarto
Todo giraba. Temblaba
Sin saber si era verdad o mentira
Mi deseo callaba la cordura
Me besaste y me hundi
Baje las luces más rápido,
de lo que bajabas mis bragas
Me besaste, gemi y me liberé
Tus manos en mis senos.
Recorrías mi cadera a besos
De ahí todo fue cíclico.
Día por medio.
Deseo, placer, sexo sin amor.
Me pediste que me quedara
Ahí todo cambio..
Empecé a ver tus verdes
ojos en el amanecer
A disfrutar tus sus...
Virginity loft by virtility but not making love physically, it was something both of them felt but never expressed.💕💕
Love is in the air, secret lovers are here but no eyebrows matching b/w the two,no single word.
They are still behaving that they don't know each other.
They are stranger offcourse.
My sister shared a post about teenage love. "You can delete pictures, but how do you delete memories?".
Naturally, I responded with time and space. But here's the thing,
I've been to places so dark, that not even memories can crawl out of. I don't know who I was with or what I was doing. I don't remember everyday life, years of my life, but I remember the feeling inside me. That was the only thing I was hanging onto. That's the only thing that was left of "me".
So word of warning: cherish every single second, because that kind of news will ALWAYS hurt. No matter how long or how far. One day you will wish that you could remember. Something. Anything.
Let it go..let the whiskey flow
It makes no sense this love of mine,
So uninvited, yet it shows up
And stays long past its time.
Your taste, your smell,
Your touch on my skin,
Buried in sorrow and
Covered in grief,
It shows its face just because
A song is playing
Or someone with blue eyes
Looks in mine...
It’s still only you...
Let the whiskey flow...
Let it go.
He holds up the world, but watches the stars
To her the stars could not compare to his eyes
The stars, oh the stars are completely ours
Tonight our deepest secrets are no disguise
Just one kiss and she becomes breathless
How naturally it is to love such a star
Together through laughs and happiness
The world thinks they see who they are
If he drops the world and the stars fall too
It’s made of rubber not glass, if you ask
She’ll shoot it through a basketball hoop
And giggle when it bounces back on task
Together they will realign the stars in the sky
In his arms, she feels safe, complete, and warm
He’s there to kiss her tears if she should ever cry
She holds him and helps take the blow of...