Would you still mind if I loved you a little longer? After all, I learned it from the moon to be still there in the sky even if the nights are over. -Moonchild.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYWould you still mind if I loved you a little longer? After all, I learned it from the moon to be still there in the sky even if the nights are over. -Moonchild.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYSometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYI am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYLove is a strange crooked a tremble for my soul He loved a lot of things about me, yet didn’t love me as a whole. – Strange.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYFeeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYThe night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYThey call me a poet, but I’m just a victim of the memories we share and a great observer of the universe of us.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYTo be more comfortable in someone else’s definition of love. I think that’s what we all long for.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYMy days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYA million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey – but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYOur forever exists in us.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYI’m just a typewriter of the small universe of you and me I write memories into words and it becomes poetry.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYI have worn lies like a poem in disguise I have fallen stars embedded in my eyes, a hope that you upon wish when you look into those them but instead they die the burden, when you deny. -Betrayal.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYI understand why did you say that I’ve got you because even where you’re not here, you crawl to me like a memory. – A memory.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYThe moon is not bound to make any sense to me yet always it reminds me of you. -Choosing you.
SHIWANSHI PANDEYPerfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. – Glories with you.
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