You don’t miss them, you miss the version of them, scripted in your mind. Maybe it’s time for you, to change the actor of your story.
HEBA NAZARYou don’t miss them, you miss the version of them, scripted in your mind. Maybe it’s time for you, to change the actor of your story.
HEBA NAZARWork on yourself only when you want to, & not when you are expected to change, to fit in a unit society.
HEBA NAZARThey may seem like the perfect fit, for your incomplete puzzle. But they’re not the right piece.
HEBA NAZARYou’re like the number zero, you accept the position where the world puts you at. But, that same zero holds ten times more value, when placed at the right position.
HEBA NAZARMemories are homes that I visit, to write the ending of an incomplete story. As it forever stays constant, when people leave.
HEBA NAZARSometimes your heart was meant to break, so these broken pieces of yours can bloom in a garden of self-love.
HEBA NAZAREases our darkness into daylight. Oceans apart, but what remains the same, is our eyes gazing at the same moon.
HEBA NAZARMaybe one day, I will reach the shore just in time before I let people’s opinions drown me in the ocean of my mind.
HEBA NAZARCity light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.
HEBA NAZARYou need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.
HEBA NAZARTogether now, new reside in the album of our gallery. People on this camera roll never came under the same roof again.
HEBA NAZARMay your lips convey, what your heart has buried in – A one-sided lover.
HEBA NAZARAs a child, I loved playing hide & seek, but now it seems like I’ve been lost for a long, & no one is looking for me.
HEBA NAZARI’m off to find what I’ve lost, in the darkness of love with a lantern in my hand. Just one more piece & my heart shall be fixed.
HEBA NAZAREvery cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.
HEBA NAZARForgetting is power, & not a weakness. For if we could never forget how would our wounds ever heal.
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