“Filled with sorrow yet empty.”

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

People don’t last, their actions say the lasting words for them.

As far as possible, let’s meet beyond the stars.

Let me know you to the core, let me be sweet to the sour.

I wish I could go back in time, not to do it all over again but just to be there for myself.

It feels ironic when you wake up one day and try to unlove a person you dreamed of waking up with.

Happiness is found by filling your voids with a leap of faith.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.

Be kind even if they shattered you, They’ll have their own karma pieces.

Violets are blue, you have no clue how much I love you.

When people know you too well, they use you too well.

Your inner child is your purest gut.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

Nothing is made from nothing.

I didn’t ask because I was afraid of the answer.

Man has always learned from past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse.

To think? That’s it. It is thought. This alone cannot be detached from me. I am, I exist; that is certain.

The things that we love tell us what we are.

Wild roses have the sharpest thorns.

Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.