Love
Love Song #777
for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty
for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty
She was created the day two stars collided. Her kiss was black and beautiful. She used to say, love was like smoke and fire
‘Funny how you’ve got to get your heart broken ninety-nine times to feel numb on your hundredth’, she tweeted. Letting her long black hair on
Is it wrong to wear my dress above my knees? Or is it right to be bold? If the latter is right why is the
My heart was bleeding My soul was pleading to unleash the knots of my nerves to drain off the blood from my skin to let
Don’t try to introduce my skin to your skin, ‘cause such introduction doesn’t let the light to get in Don’t try to prove me as
She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by,
You perceive one of your unique hidden talents, something that you’re extremely passionate about and really good at from within yourself, work on it in
One of the most sensitive topics in today’s world among Muslim population is fashion, after which the term “Modest Fashion” was invented and introduced by
“No matter how many books you’ve read, how many tales you know, believe me: no one has ever told you a story like this one.”
Maybe one day you’ll realise, How it was to see you leaving. In cloudy weather and shattered skies, I couldn’t feel myself wiping those damp
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a
One Minute Later by Susan Lewis is a poignant novel that also shines a very important light on organ donation. On her twenty-seventh birthday, Vivienne “Vivi” Shager’s life
Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always
Merciless Murder of Nusrat Jahan Rafi “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter.” Nusrat Jahan Rafi,
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at