jehehetisha
jehehetisha
jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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yes I cry in front of my mirror , not because I want to look at myself , it's because I am the only one who can wipe that flood of emotions , it's because I am the only one that can look into my eyes and tell me that I am enough and I'll make it to the end , yes I cry infront of my mirror and I have nothing to hide.
-jitisha.
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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I now imagine you at sea / a ghost hovering above the salt water / finding another body to reside in ; I now imagine you at sea / a ghost not capable enough to hold on to one body.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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the cold wind is slowly getting to my heart , will my blood run cold or will my heart freeze? / if the heart freezes it'll shatter for sure / in no time I'll hear a shattering ; so cold yet pure.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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I was fighting to stay over the water and you just pushed me deeper.
I was going down and you stood there watching me drown.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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A river where eternal thirst for love flows will always let tears and heartbreak flow with love.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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My body is a canvas I paint with blades.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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a soul lit with fireworks and bronzed eyes , with lips like cotton candy sky...
with so much perfections comes the responsibilities to handle them , you'll fall , you'll cry but you'll also have to get up and smile. art works are created with lots of patience and efforts , you were created without giving up now you'll have to be on your own without giving up.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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I'm so tired I know you are too, going through all this is not easy but I'm glad you're trying to. I may not be there by your side, but whenever you'll close your eyes and reach out for my hand it'll be there to hold yours , coz that's what lovers are made for.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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Not all who love are lost , some are found , found by the ones who know how to love but not express , they keep you in their arms till the showdown between God and Satan. They keep you in your arms till you forget what life was like before the war begun.
- jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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When death finds me, if there be sight at all, let me see as the torn coyote does, turning its head briefly, looking not with understanding but             recognition at where the flesh falls open around a wound that more resembles the marsh violet’s petals, that hard-to- detect-at-first darkening that happens—soft, steadily—toward the flower’s throat.
Carl Phillips, from “If You Go Away”, Wild is the Wind
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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Everytime the Sun falls on my skin , it carves some lines , some lines about you.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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I love you as certain obscure things are to be loved.
I love you as certain perfect things are to be loved.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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Slow dance with me in a burning room my love , let these feet burn so we cannot run from us.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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Oh what a bliss it is to weave poems with threads of grief and rain.
After I've woven them I'll wear them around my neck till the day I don't perish away.
-jitisha.
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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I'll always find a way to you , just like the earth grows trees to reach and feel the sky , just like streams find an ocean to unite, just like the soul finds a body to reside.
-jitisha
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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“Deathbed, bed of dreams, sleep as departure, the journey already mapped.”
— David Harsent, from Salt  (via voirlvmer)
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jehehetisha · 4 years ago
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The day human race comes to an end , the earth will lose admirers , the moon will lose lovers , the stars will lose wishes and the sun will lose followers. Poets and artists and singers and lovers and others will all lie in peace but the earth , moon , stars and sun will forever reminisce about a legendary love story of theirs and the humans.
- jitisha
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