Veno'moon'us

I interviewed a woman,
          With an illness in her heart,
          I was there to ask her questions,
          But didn't know quite how to start. 
          How do you ask a person,
          Who can count their time that's left,
          Which moments they regret in life,
          And which ones they liked the best?
          I didn't know quite how to ask her,
          If she could give me some advice,
          When I was given my whole life to live,
          And she'd only got a slice.
          I was scared that she would judge me,
          For wasting minutes of her time,
          So I asked her just one question,
          As I heard her old clock chime,
          I asked her what it felt like,
          Knowing that so soon she would die. 
          And as she told me her short answer,
          She looked me straight into the eye,
          "I might know my time is ending,
          But pity for you is all I've got,
          Since I wake knowing that I'm dying.
          But you wake pretending that you're not."
          
          -e.h

Why do you keep Dead Roses? He asked.
          
          "I cherish Dead Roses as they live between the pages of my books. I believe, A fresh Rose is loved for its beauty but the dead one is beyond beauty. A fresh Rose is smelled for its scent but a dead one for the memories. A fresh Rose gives the feel of softness but a dead one gives the feel of past. A fresh Rose lives for days but a dead one forever" She replied.

What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it's always raining there,
          Where the ones who never fail to give,
          Hardly have enough to spare,
          Where the people with the broadest smiles,
          Have pillows filled with tears,
          And the bravest ones you've ever known,
          Are crippled by their fears,
          It's filled with lonely people,
          But they're never seen alone,
          Where those that lack real shelter,
          Make you feel the most at home,
          Maybe their grass looks greener,
          Because they've painted on its hue,
          Just remember from the other side,
          Your grass looks greener too.
          
          ~e.h

I was stalking some old wattpad accounts and realised qe jane larguar a lot. Nuk I mbaj mend fare kush kane qene •﹏•

Ee njera ambasadore 

So grateful to be part of Wattpad Ambassadors! ♥

Në botë mbeta fill i mjerë, 
          Në detin pa kufi; 
          Përse të qaj pra për të tjerë
          Për mua s'qau njeri.
          Pra, mermë, o lundër, dhe vrapo, 
          Në detin plot buçim; 
          Dhe shpjermë në çdo vend që do, 
          Veç jo në vendin tim!
          
          
          -Xhorxh Bajron

Tell me my dear, can a heart still break once it stopped beating? 

I'd like to be back tho

Të dua