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dhruvi_diaries
instagram: dhruvi_diaries (quotemaker) doleful, forlorn, & broken but still have faith in true love
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I don't hug someone easily,
But when I do, I do it wholeheartedly
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Some people really don't deserve your kindness
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Now even when it's two sided
I still feel like my love and efforts are one sided
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Now even when it's two sided
I still feel like my love and efforts are one sided
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I thought, atleast this time you will stay,
I'm sorry, my mistake, I trusted the wrong person again
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Her life became better
When she chose peace over pleasing
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She is so used to pain that
When happiness come her way, it makes her scared
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You can't blame me for letting you go
When all that you need was leaving me
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वो हीरा भी फीका पड़ जाता है
जिसपे इश्क का रंग ना चढ़ा हो,
वो पत्थर भी सोना बन जाता है
जिसपे इश्क की मेहर हो।
© ध्रुवि भट्ट
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queen_butterfly
9w
Read MoreShe is oblivious to even the slender, trivial echo of everything serene and sultry. In the mouth of hunger it's all desiccated, stale and homely. Delusional winds are stinking of everything she has already inhaled, bogus cold shivers are proliferating into goosebumps and her sanity is staggering on the brink of its hundredth collapse. The untangled past angst and quietened / stifled trauma is what her breaths have been reeking of and her poems are high on. Her indecisive inner voice and intrusive thoughts are severely drunk on potions and they think, her mouth bleeds all that venom and her hands are poisoned, unfurling the head damages and decrepit stitches at the bare touch and gaze. Her ghastly but desparate and wrecked aura anyway enchants the frigid icy but flimsy, loathed organs especially the one beneath their chest. She is done getting told to muster up/ take the plunge/ breathe deeper but no one underscores the betrayals, shoots away the heartbreak bullets, slashes out the sword of love shaped as defilement in the air. She is an imperative yet derelict excerpt of an unfinished lady, walking down the imperial staircase just to run into an unexecuted-nerve racking self at the other end. Her foot marks seem to be of a forsaken foot shielding enduring a self-stranded soul, a dysphoric dimension, h̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶o̶d̶y̶, that imbricates itself over the dejected layout where the extra edges are close enough to every branch of death paving its way through life in search of a monster in her wildness that's asleep for a few sad nights and some low spirited hours, the uncanny scraps falling off the cut out, fearing every far off, yet to ensue, yet to be true, a̶n̶x̶i̶e̶t̶y̶.̶
Her lungs echo every ounce of the soaked-suppressed-sad familiarity and suppression is sharp-spired-tipped, suppression is dissecting, suppression escorts her lungs. Her lungs are dissected and all they now want are cigarettes and breathlessness so they can smoke out everything she has violently gasped and choke on everything she has wildly loved, so they can decay to death.
Bold of them to blame her and cigs.
~A girl's last blunt.
©queen_butterfly
#girl
EC��Her lungs have been dissected by everything
she violently gasped and wildly loved. -
shayeraa 4w
Nahi pasand mohabbat mein milaawat mujhko
Agar mere hai toh khwaab bhi mere dekhe.
©shayeraa -
kanikachugh
8w
The blank pages are my sin.
Bookshelves my cemetery
and poetry, the way I die.
©kanikachugh -
darklines01
10w
I found you in all this time
Looking for you in this hard space
Treating you like the queen who doesn't wear a fake face
Picking your broken pieces to make you mine
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Ignored
Like a penguin
Left in the midst of the shore
It's the feeling I have now
It feels like pain
But hurts a little more
I feel ignored
and its crossing the line
For a while now
I kind feel pissed
Tears sound like rain
as loud as it sounds
It's how word ignored
Counts in
©caro25 -
Those who promise moon
often gifts us eclipse...
©his_aesthetic_ink -
neevkumar_
10w
मजबूर हूं पर बेबस मत समझना,
आज तनहाईयों में जी रहा हूं पर कल लोगों की भीड़ में मिलूंगा ।
©neevkumar_ -
thought_trader
15w
More she says, more she glows
Under the tree, beside the shore
Sky is her canvas, stars are her friends
Kind of *bijinn*, you know what I meant
A tiny bit of annoying with a nice touch of humour...
Nigh at the end of the day, Happy birthday.
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The Hopeless Swiftie
She listens to Taylor Swift everyday
But she doesn't have anyone
She still hums her songs through and doesn't know why
But little did she know that's the perfect scene as her fan
You know, Crying like a baby to a lovestory that was empty
©mynameisnini -
C L E R I H E W
Taylor Swift
I just want a champagne from you, as a gift
to become out of my mind in this new year's night
wearing a trumpet gown like a ghost, everything white.
Robert Pattinson
I want a sweet cake from you, called as bun
please give it to my extremely hungry stomach
and I will thank you later while giving you a warm hug.
Ansel Elgort
Can you say me an aesthetic quote ?
I want to post it as a caption on my Instagram post
O my darling ! Later I'll give you a brown toast.
while sarcasm punches on my face || bidya
