Him and I We're not wildflowers, we're a technicolor breed We're the marigolds in the winter and the Bougainvillea in the summers We're the white roses and white lilies, with a touch of grace and whole lot of tranquility. We don't just spring out of nowhere, with the love we share, we take time to grow And then We bloom. We bloom bravely, beautifully. We bloom in rain or shine. We bloom in love.
Self love is important, hence be patient and gentle with yourself.
Thankyou so much guys for all the incredible comments and support you shedded me on last post. I did'nt expected even 10 read because it was so long but still it got reads and wonderful support which felt surreal, I did'nt aimed for repost. I wanted people to read, like legit read so they can understand the whole point. Although I was'nt enough capable to reply back even Im not right now, but very soon Ill stick up with everyone. By comments it really made me feel safe, comfortable and not an outcast. Thankyou so much, stay blessed angels
There's a burning sensation in my throat like a million volcanoes erupting all at once, everytime I open my mouth to tell you how I feel, and you wonder what those pregnant pauses in between our conversations are about. 'To speak or not to speak ?' ; that is the question.