This blog is dedicated to my love. She is an Angel in disguise. She is my FALLEN ANGEL..

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Saturday, April 02, 2016

You don’t have to look behind... This song is mine own.. Always mine own

My ember has created the dreams for you
You don’t have to see that
You don’t remain watching that
Who are you to me..?
You don’t have to tell, to anyone
You don’t have to tell the stories also
Between us….
You don’t have to hear the murmuring song
You don’t have to sing along also
You don’t have to dance along
Simply to walk behind
You don’t have to ask the permission
You don’t have to look behind
Without meeting the eye to eye
“Are you seeing me”…?
“Can you speak anything”..?
Getting wet in the eyes, is this the tear drop…?
My wish, is it you…?
In the soul, of this song
As the pain is lingered
You don’t have to know that
You shouldn't know anything
But still I will sing
This song is mine own
Always mine own....

From Fallen Angel.





Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different...

Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different...

The memory

But you can't forget something like that, no matter how much you drink, snort, or shoot into your veins. The memory stalks you forever and creeps up to maul you like a rabid dog, when you least expect it...

I DON'T UNDERSTAND MY OWN FEELINGS

I DON'T UNDERSTAND MY OWN FEELINGS

Sometimes you just gotta accept that some people can only be in your heart, not in your life.

Sometimes you just gotta accept that some people can only be in your heart, not in your life.

She was like the moon, part of her was always hidden away.

She was like the moon, part of  her was always hidden away.

Before you kill yourself

Before you kill yourself, just remember that there are places you have not been and things you have not seen. And poems to awe, art to draw, fields to walk through, people to talk to, music to take in, games to win, and books to be read. So why, Oh why, do you wish to be dead...?

Sometimes, you can only feel something by its absence.

Sometimes, you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty space it leaves behind.

You lost a part of your existence.

You lost a part of your existence in the war against yourself

I wanted to kill myself because I was very unhappy

I wanted to kill myself because I was very unhappy

DON'T LET IT CONSUME YOU

DON'T LET IT CONSUME YOU

THE SKY LOOKS SAD

THE SKY LOOKS SAD

IM SORRY THAT IM LITERALLY JUST SO SHITTY SOMETIMES

IM SORRY THAT IM LITERALLY JUST SO SHITTY SOMETIMES, BUT I TRULY DONT MEAN TO BE

The best way to not get your heart broken.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.