one_shattered_girl

Words made of tears and memories are most painful

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  • one_shattered_girl 4w

    Aaj kal tere haal puchne par "Sab thik hai", keh kar ruk jati hai wo.
    Jo kabhi apna harr gumm tujhse kehti thi.

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 5w

    ..and talking to you after so long still feels like talking to the most wonderful person ever!

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 6w

    Dear(someone),

    I want to know what happened to my love letters...

    Are the gone and forgotten or
    They are kept hidden somewhere waiting to be read again!

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 6w

    Your not saying anything, says a lot...

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 6w

    You have lived in my memories longer than you have in my life.

    I don't know if you are real anymore or just a beautiful lost dream.

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 6w

    Losing someone always brings pain, but not necessarily, loss.

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 9w

    I wonder, how I still write about love,
    When my heart is left with none!

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 11w

    Pain never vanish
    And turns into an art
    Pain resides in heart
    Hidden behind words.
    Art adds to what we are
    But pain makes us, us.

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 11w

    From Society,

    Dear you,

    We see you are a girl
    That's enough a sin,
    So will we make you,
    Comfortably, uncomfortable.

    Let me introduce myself,
    I am called society.
    I am worshiped
    More than almighty.
    I have no sex, no color, no caste
    My eyes are meant to defame you
    I have gigantic stone in me
    Instead of heart.
    Your life is now,
    Our precious possession
    Think like us, talk like us, be like us.
    Don't rebel, don't breathe, don't have guts
    Else we will name you a dishonor
    Or a slut!

    You are born to please men,
    To feed them.
    Don't love until we ask you to
    Save your body and beauty
    To be served on table
    With coyness and some tea.
    We will eventually intoxicate you
    With our notions of life and your duty
    After all you are one of us. You, are society.

    ©one_shattered_girl

  • one_shattered_girl 11w

    Now, what do I do with the songs that make me think of you?
    Shall I sing them out loud or let them die in my heart!



    ©one_shattered_girl