She never looked nice,
She looked like art
And art wasn't supposed to look nice,
It was supposed to make you feel something..
So she came back broken hearted.
It always seemed such a waste,
She always had a pretty face
I wonder why she hung around that place..
So common, try a little, because nothing is forever..
Well she was precious, like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different
You can't fence that in..
Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind
Here's the difference,
Bad boys will whoop your ass and run away.
Bad men will whoop your ass and pay your medical bills.
They met after years, the moon shone with the intensity of a thousand suns that night, as if a reflection of the fire within him.
Their eyes met for the flicker of a second what felt like a lifetime..
In that moment he knew, happily or not, it was meant to be together ever after...
If the only reason you're not doing bad things is because a book told you that you'd burn in a place called hell for eternity, then you might not be as good as you'd like to believe. Morals should come from instinct, be good because you are good. What good is your religion if you don't feed a homeless hungry person after coming out of the church/temple/mosque, chanting the name of your lord for hours like a brainwashed soldier.
Girls who put 'Angel' before their names on social media platforms should be kicked from the 10th floor and asked to fly.
The world bored him,
The people pretending to be pretty, trying to be popular bored him.
Meaningless conversations, self entitled rants bored him.
He was but a seeker of souls in a world made of puppets...
Just a small town guy,
Owns an old guitar
An optimistic soul
And a little world all to himself..
Her grace and charm vivified his lost broken soul,
His undefined passion intrigued her..
Between them, an untold story danced...
Something in my soul just cried, I see the want in your blue eyes.
Congratulations, you're my favorite.
And by favorite I mean I hate you the least of all the assholes out there.
I miss my little brother, the times we spent together, the little fights, the hot arguments, the way we protected each other, the endless selfless love n support.
Now it just seems like a thing of yesterday, torn apart by family drama n adulthood. Still I'd kill n die for him.
Missing the old times brother.
Note to self :
When apologizing to someone if you get the response, "too little too late". The best comeback probably isn't, "That's what your mother said " -_-
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time..
There was a time when girls used to cook well like their mothers. Now they drink better than their fathers.. Sad times indeed..
It's okay for a guy to cry too...
Everyone I know have cried in a bathroom at some point.. #TrueStory
When virtue and modestly enlighten her charms, the lusture of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of the heaven. And the influence of her power is all but in vain to resist... - BMC
The world 🌍 is crumbling around me, each day something bizarre is happening . I know, life's mysterious but there comes a point in a man's life where complications becomes just another word for deception.. Hoping for the best n prepared for the worst.. Keeping my fingers crossed..