Little Thoughts I Think

I always have too much to think and think And I never let them go . So this is it , it’s time to let them flow freely in this world . I want them to be heard .

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Clearing my drafts from a year ago

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Just the thing that never made it to tumblr

Clearing my drafts from a year ago

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Shorts and Skirt…

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The daughters.

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The grown up thoughts:

Growing up everyone told the words should always Rhyme to be called poem and your life should always sync for the beautiful outcome.

But now when I have grown up I realised your words just need to be your and pure when put together to call it a poem and your life can be out of sync and still create a beautiful outcome.

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How do I love myself, just the way I love others.

I film their laugh but I cry in mine lol, I ask them to stay alive but I try to die every now, I wipe their tear off but let my just dry off.

Someone tell me how can I redo it all.

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Not so Happily ever after

The first time we met

Unknowingly

I left my heart at your door

Like Cinderella left her shoe at palace

I thought you would come back

To return it with love

But it was returned shattered.

My Love to me,

You were like sun rays

In the morning warm and bright

And darkness in night

Calm and silent.

But to you I was just,

Snow in California

I treated our story like a fairy tale

But not the one which ends with

Happily ever after ♡

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Drowning

You had the brightest smile,

And now I see it fading.

You gave the warmest hug,

Now they are just freezing.

Your eyes used to shine like a pearl,

But now they are just crying.

You were supposed to swim across the ocean,

But now you are just drowning.

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Do I owe you something ?

You called me in morning

Asking me how am I doing ?

And I answered your call with a confused voice

Asking you May I know who is this speaking?

I felt a change in voice it got lower

And then I realised

It was no other then you

Who decided to come back

Cause things didn’t work out on your side

You had tons of question to storm by ,

But all I wanted to ask you

Did I owe you something from that night?

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That’s what they do when they are in love with you:

Last night he told me that I am dead to him

But in the morning he made my favourite breakfast,

Last time we fought he said he wish I didn’t came home

But that night he repaired my laptop which wasn’t working from a while

I don’t understand when you want me to be dead so desperately why do you hold me so tightly

It feels like you are asking me to dig a grave for myself and sleep in that every night and then let you come to my grave and dig everyday to check if I am doing alright.

And when I told my friend the way you make me cry but then you are the one to wipe them of my face like I am very fragile and in reply she said this what they do when they are in love with you.

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Will you forget about me?

When you meet someone who is so much better then me ,

I know we never met but we also didn’t let the distance between us bother the thing we had,

But now you are increasing the distance between us I don’t blame you because I will be doing the same in coming two years ,

Will you still remember me has your comfort will you still wait till 12 in morning to wish me ?

Or you will forget me in the newness the new people will bring for you ?

I don’t expect the answer but I just want tell you even though we never met but you owned the piece of my heart and I am letting you keep it even though the distance will be grown a lot but ,keep it with you and let it remind you that ,

I will be always waiting for you even when the distance grow us apart <3

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I envy people who has a relation with their dad , the one where dad hears about your day , where he knows what you enjoy , where he listen to you when nobody does , where car rides aren’t silent , where you are not scared of dad , where the affection isn’t only shown when drunk , where you don’t feel like a stranger, where you don’t hesitate to hug him , where he remembers your age , where you don’t think before answering questions about me , will I ever be like that with him and what if someday someone ask me about the memory of my dad will I be able to answer it well?

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