Letters from My Heart

  Our childhoods are so tangled it would be impossible to undo. But though our branches grow apart I'm happy my roots are next to you. We may bloom in different directions but someone couldn't part us if they tired. Because while we may seem different now, we will never truly leave other's side. From : Big Sister To : My Siblings

 He, in her words He was the book she always wanted to write, but her thoughts ran as deep as his silence, too profound to be written on paper. She was lost in his eyes, as if he held the universe within them. And unknowingly, he painted her black & white world in color. And yes, she told the stars about his eyes. She listened to him with her heart, gazing, softly . His voice gentle and warm, reached her ears like waves touching the shore. And he was the book she never wanted to finish reading.

love at first sight it wasn't love at first sight that isn't to say that i was not mesmerized when i met you but rather it is to say that there was something for more captivating than the way you looked i didn't fall in love when i found you i fell in love with what i found in you

 

ONCE AGAIN   If I say that I love you more now, Then will everything be beautiful again ? Will you love me back more ? Or will the things never be the same? Will you see the tears that hide, Behind my painted smile, terrified? Will you see my efforts and ever, Realise how hard I tried ? Will you console me even before I break apart? Will you not hear what my mind says But listen to my heart? Will you see the beautiful girl inside the Beast that is causing destruction now? Will you abandon me again Or love me anyhow? Will you see the love behind my possessiveness, Care and anger? Will you forgive me when I'm really guilty About what I blabbered? Will you be mine once again ??

 I stopped asking I stopped asking because the silence said enough. I used to reach out, just to feel close. Asked how you were, so you might ask me back. Shared pictures of my day, hoping you’d care to stay. But over time, your answers grew shorter. The warmth faded, and I learned how loud silence can be when it fills every room you’re not. So i stopped asking. Not out of anger — But because begging for presence should never be part of love. ———————