Fault was neither yours nor mine, it’s just that it wasn’t the right time.
SHRUTHI SAGARBut hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.
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Don’t look at her kind eyes and mistake it for kindness, you are yet unaware about the audacity in her bones and strength in her veins.
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Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.
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You said you liked me smiling, then why did you leave me crying?
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And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?
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All I do is exist and hide the abuse written all over my skin.
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I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, I want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.
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The ache in my bones have owned me all my life. Your love is finally setting me free.
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I keep you in my heart, like a dream unfulfilled. Like an incomplete wish. Like something I can crave but never have. Ever since the beginning of time, what has love been anyway? if not longing or heartbreak?
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And in return for all the love i gave you, all you ever gave me was pain and heartbreak.
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Loves a drug, the one who overdoses bears the consequences.
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This soul of yours has lived a million lives before you. Listen to it, believe in it. It knows the way, it has seen it all.
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But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.
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You made me realize that i could be loved and beautiful too, that i could be counted amongst the moon and stars too.
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I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.
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Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?
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