the hollowness in my own eyes haunts me.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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In a world with billions of people, it’s amazing how alone one can feel.
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I don’t think you understand how much you meant to me. I never thought there would come a day where I couldn't text you and tell you about the funny thing that just happened. or call you because I missed you. you don't understand how you were so intertwined into my soul. I miss you so much.
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I don't ever remember what passes by unless it flies after I knew it would. Somebody's funeral air blows swiftly in my ear, the clouds swallow up my heavy tears that make the sky cry down on people—some do not run, some jump in puddles, some stand in the rain. I screamed with a quiet, hoarse voice that awoke the city in me. Because my love for him makes my heart warm, sing, yell, and bleed. And the remembrance of his sound always takes me back home. He is as gentle as the ripples I eye down at. And his eyes—oh his eyes, make me see what easter's pink roses glare at. The sides of his head he dislikes make me feel safe, I could not admire them more. But most of all his soul, his way of doing, and that quiet spirit, make me feel like it was all a nice dream. Like I was in love with an angel or ghost. For I was holding on to a fantasy that wasn't my reality. He is a Prince Charming but I am no princess. In the generous galaxy where the stars are promising, our fingers were made for the ring. But that was my wish for the star that flew before I knew it would.
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there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
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Me and my wishful thinking…..
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Please visit this beautiful poetry page of Mr Emmanuel @esuemmanuel One of my favorites in here.
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I ran into her again today, at the same location and time. We stood side by side. She was watching the sunset, but I couldn't take my gaze away from her face. I got lost in her beauty. We didn't say anything, but our silence was enough to convey the message. Then she left, and I stood there looking at her. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop her then.
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you laughed at me when i was at my lowest
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