No!
I don't think,
You know
That I exist.
'Cause I am certain,
I am invisible,
Or at least for you,
Should be.
I want to know,
What you think,
What you see,
When you look into the mirror.
'Cause, I look at you,
And think,
How mere humans could have created magic.
And see,
What heaven could look like.
'Cause my world looks like heaven,
With you in the frame.
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Hey lovelies! So I heeded to few requests of making a series again. So, I start again with this small series. I hope you guys like it. :)
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...