Don’t write about me I was never meant to be your poem.
ANI SHAHVERDYANDon’t write about me I was never meant to be your poem.
ANI SHAHVERDYANViolet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.
ANI SHAHVERDYANThey said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?
ANI SHAHVERDYANWoman, If only you knew you can seduce them without going naked…
ANI SHAHVERDYANMy words fly around you like the annoying flies that only exist to disturb the silence and bite sometimes. When did I become so small
ANI SHAHVERDYANCrystals melt under high temperature and I still wonder what kind of rock your heart was that my love couldn’t shrink it.
ANI SHAHVERDYANThe way you rip off my clothes makes me feel like I am a gift, your gift that you can wait to unfold.
ANI SHAHVERDYANWhat is perfect love if not loving each others imperfections perfectly?
ANI SHAHVERDYANOur love was pregnant with the future, but we were too young to carry it.
ANI SHAHVERDYANWhen you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.
ANI SHAHVERDYANThe chance to see you again is 1 in 8 billion but so was the first time.
ANI SHAHVERDYANHoney, you are so sweet that I suspect you want to poison me.
ANI SHAHVERDYANHave the brave heart to dream so freely, that the memories of the future weight heavier than the ones from the past.
ANI SHAHVERDYANWe loved each other when trusting was a threat.
ANI SHAHVERDYANWomen don’t need protection from men, they need men not to hurt them in the first place.
ANI SHAHVERDYAN