♡THE SEPTEMBER TRUE BROKEN LOVE STORY♡ This is a true story based on my experiece .....this may a lesson to everyone in love....but im sharing this to everyone in here.....hope u love this....tq
◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ What hurts more than losing you is knowing you're not fighting to keep me. It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you. Dont end it in away that you dont like to see each other face. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇
Story written by: LOVIEENIA KAUR D/O KRISNAN. from Malaysia... Age 15... Full of love experience Can share with me ur problem...
Someone posted this on their status so I decided to share.
I personally believe that people should constantly work on themselves, and I do that. And that's one thing I love about myself; my willingness to improve and accept my mistakes. Growth is a concept I've totally embraced
No one is perfect, I agree but you can improve. Accept ur mistakes, own up to them, improve, grow, learn, unlearn, change, evolve. I'm all for self development❤❤
Canopied beneath the azure sky, counting the endless stars, who owe no shine, lighting the whole sky, I was dipping in eternity, terrified of the abyss, epitome of ecstacy, not for the death, but of the love, death issues mortality, where, love slits through the ancient pain, detaches all of nothing.
Sings the heart, tales postponed! From every window to the sun, from every confluence to estuary, from every brokenness to the feeling of newness, brave enough, to banish the timidity, weaving through the years, the air breathed, the dawn raised, the words slipped and the ways mended.
The sky began to decay from horizon and my heart's already rotten into crimson peel of an Apple plum, its scars are up- rooted to bloom along the oasis in desert of a parched tongue.
Love costs all of me, nude emotions, flawed scars, glittered metaphors, hidden behind the bitterness of my past, kissing rawness, cheering birds who carry faded stars in their talons, once festooned by that moonless night.
I thought I needed battles to win love. Until love defeated me. I thought I fell in love, until love had risen me. I thought love was blind, until the horizon undraped it's blanket. I named love, suffering, until it ripped away my soul from the bondage of formalities. I thought love is sought out, until the eternal, internal love taught me the art of holding on was just by letting go.
Oh Ghalib! I'm raising storms under my skin but I don't wish to become a catastrophe soon, I want to romanticise hope to leave behind halcyon days when love speaks of miracles and not of aches left unfolded & cocooned.
When thy love arrived, I abandoned collecting the shooting scars, oozing out was thy love, all the stars, the nights, stilled in you, became mine. ~Vanshika and Purva
A Collab with my favourite and a talented writer here @mellow_wings ❤️❤️
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