My heart is aching and my eyes tearing, will i ever get the love i always keep trying to give others?
SHRUTHI SAGARHe feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.
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I believe, women are miraculous creatures. so compassionate yet carry the potential to bring you hell.
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I don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.
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When a women awakens, she bows to no man. she can even bring the heavens to their knees. you are a woman, know your power.
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Kiss his wounds and tell him its okay to cry, humans have emotions and they bleed sometimes.
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I know you are afraid to love again, but let the thrill of love be bigger than your fear of hurt.
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And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.
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Death I believe has many forms. It is a shapeshifter. But amongst all the forms it has, love is my favorite.
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The first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.
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You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.
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They say body is nothing but the dress for the soul. So does this mean all my pain and all my tragedies are now tattoos on my soul?
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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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He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.
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You greet people and are fooled by their smiles. I greet people and I’m haunted by the pain in their eyes.
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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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I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.
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