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To cherish a desire with anticipation.
This is the definition of hope for me these days ��������
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redheart161
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It was just another day when I was randomly checking post on mirakee,
But now when I look back and think about that day I realise it was a damn special one
Because that day someone special had liked and commented on my post
And the special person is none other you dear Arya (Aru angel).
I was very happy to have a new reader and being the curious person I immediately clicked on your profile to get to know you.
You were new here and had few posts.
Your write ups left me in awe.
Those posts were enough for me to understand that you are a flawless writer and a great thinker.
Your posts have a magical power to cast a spell on everyone reading them.
Your pen always write wonders and it has a thing which always attract readers like magnet.
You have always inspired me in many ways may it be your post or just a random talk.
You are a hard-working person and very determined towards your goals.
You are a kind soul and have a heart as pure as an angel.
You are an amazing friend and a fantastic human.
You are the solution to all my problems.
Angelllll @arya_abhipsa
Where are you??????????
Finally today we are sharing the same age ������
Remember the day we got to know this we were so happy.
So today it's your second birthday which we are celebrating together ������ As you know I'm really bad at wishing birthday's so I just jotted down our memories and my emotions. I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️
WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARYA
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07/04/2021Redheart
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Heya
How are you all?? I know you guys must be doing great ☺️☺️
And no I'm not back but just wanted to take a break from the real world so I came to peek here.
Sorry for not replying to your comments on my previous post ���� and I guess I won't be replying you all today as well so again sorry for that.
But please do shower your love on my posts and keep supporting me ���� and I promise that I'll be back by mid of June ❤️❤️.
05/04/2021Redheart ❤️
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redheart161
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[So on the occasion of completing the first anniversary of our chat room we decided to dedicate this post. Thank you @ak_anjali_daydreamzz for coming up with this wonderful theme of ARMY ROOM. And please forgive me if I don't do justice to the theme but still I'm trying and please do let me know if there are any corrections]
@thesunshineloves @the97_introvert please come back I'm eagerly waiting for your posts @fairytales_ love your post is much awaited.
#ARMY_ROOM #BTS #first_anniversary
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The walls painted white and purple
BTS group photo from festa 2020
hanging on the wall just opposite the
door as it's the first thing I love to see.
And just beside that a frame of me with
my friends makes my smile even wider.
A room which was once filled with darkness
Now is full of hope brighter than sunshine.
The rays of sunlight now beams in my room
Through the window with the lavender curtains.
Besides that is the table a flower vase placed
on it carrying jasmine flowers spreading its
fragrance all around the room, a few BTS
albums and an army bomb.
Study table attached thereto has all the
motivational and inspiration statements
given by our 7 men's driving me towards
my goals making me work harder.
And there in the middle of the room is
a single bed.
A guitar by my bed side the strings when
played delivers me in a heavenly place and a
soft panda on my bed my all time partner.
Having a small piano has always been a wish.
As music is the only thing which gives me peace.
While speaking of music We are bulletproof
playing in the background fills my eyes
with an ocean full of tears
Slowly drifting me to sleep and transporting
me to my dreamy land of 7 Men's.
-- Redheart ❤️
So my dearest amies this is how my ARMY ROOM looks like ��������.
20/02/2021
12:03 AM.
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@mirakee
@writersnetwork Thanks for dropping a heart ��
#fearless #wod
When dad is scared to let you
go out at night,
And mom doesn't permit you
by saying
"It's not safe for girls to be out at night."
Hiding your tears
And understanding their reason for doing the same
Is what I consider to be brave.
Wearing the clothes you love
and being mocked for the same
Still not compromising with yourself
And being dressed as per your wish
Is what I consider to be brave.
When your relatives try to suppress your dream
By suggesting you to tie a knot with a stranger.
Deciding not to give up on your goals
And shutting up their mouths
By achieving your dream job
Is what I call being brave.
When returning from late night shifts
And being given a character certificate by society
But not paying any heed to them
And continue doing your work
Is what I consider to be brave.
When society says
Boys will be boys and defend their acts
Tell them how they failed to protect the dignity of their girls.
Confront them and making them realise their mistakes
Is my definition of being brave.
When you are alone
Surrounded by pairs of lustful eyes
Still not showing a single sign of being scared
And standing there looking in their eyes
Is what I consider to be brave.
Where girls are always taught
To think about their husband and his family first
And then about their self.
Moving out of the toxic relationship
Where your self esteem is hurt
Is what I consider to be brave.
--Redheart ❤️
There maybe some mistakes please bear with me I shall rectify them later
02/02/2021.
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redheart161
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I wanna be with you round the clock,
But then I think I wouldn't have a personal space, a ME time.
I want you to know every single thing happening in my life,
At the same time I don't like anyone invading my privacy.
I want to embrace you in my arms as tight as I can
But I'm scared I would feel suffocated.
I wanna find peace in your eyes,
But then if you would go out of my sight, don't you think I would feel restless.
I wanna lend you my heart,
The thought of you breaking it, makes me feel devastated.
I wanna be happy with you forever,
Hmm wait does happily forever exist in real life??
I wanna love you with everything I have,
What if in this process, I forget my own identity and how to love myself??
So darling, be careful as you are riding a rollercoaster named love,
Because the girl you love is a paradox.
- Redheart ❤️
29/01/2021.
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redheart161
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Love,
Makes you stronger,
Guides you to be a good person,
Makes you fall in love with yourself,
Teaches you to live for others,
Directs you to be independent,
Makes life easy.
"LOVE MAKES LIFE BEAUTIFUL" ����������
So if they makes you weak, dependent, vulnerable, hate yourself
Then babe trust me it's not love, it's just that they played well ������....
20/01/2021Redheart
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#coloursspeak #wod
@mirakee @writersnetwork (thank you for ❤️)
*Ahem Ahem*����..
Hi, he--y, Actually this is the first time I'm gonna talk to you people so I'm kinda nervous �� please bear with me for next few minutes. Let me first introduce myself, Hello everyone, my name is White, yes yes you heard it right I'm White. You all know me very well and I'm sure I'm lying in your wardrobe in the form of T-shirts, shirts, dress, tops, salwaar suits, sarees and what not.
By now I think you all must have got the idea who I am, right?? And those who still couldn't guess I won't pester you much I'll tell you all who I'm, I'm colour white.
I basically represent peace, purity and innocence. I'm greatly associated with simplicity and perfection. I love to make people feel good, provide hope & clarity by refreshing & purifying your mind. And my top most priority is to make everyone feel appreciated and valued.
But sadly you people consider me boring ☹️. I don't come in your favourite list most of the times ��. But I wanna tell you guys that you are such a hypocrites, on one hand you think of me to have a heavenly presence and on the other hand you consider me unattractive.
Okay I will accept the boring tag given by you people. But you have to agree on one thing, I do play an important role in all religions. In Christianity, bride's prefer to wear me during their wedding. I feel joyous to be a part of their memorable day. In Hinduism, people wear me when they are mourning. Hmm I know here I'm a part of devastating day but still I feel good as here they wear me as a symbol of peace and hope for a new and better beginning.
The only problem I've is when I'm forced upon the girl who lost her husband. They are not allowed to wear any colour except me. She isn't called for any happy going ceremony as she is considered as bad omen and this is the only thing I feel sad about. But this is changing slowly and slowly, so I hope one day they can live freely and not freely but with respect.
As I said above some people consider me as an pleasant colour and some umm, some don't even consider me as colour. Even I was confused that, I was a colour or just a shade. Some people even argue on this topic ������ I bet that you people can argue without a topic. So science came up with a theory and stated me as a "Shade" and not colour.
Hmm so this is my story and my role in your life. Oops I think I talked a lot����. It's always like this at first I'm shy to talk but then once I feel comfortable I go on and on and on. So I'm stopping now and I hope I didn't bore you ����....
Bye bye I'm taking your leave ��������...
06/01/2021White
Simplicity
Peace
Purity
Innocence
Perfection
Hope.
©redheart161
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चाँद पे हक़ नहीं अगर मेरे,
क्यों ज़मीं पे उसे उतारा था।
©naushadtm
ख़्वाहिशें छोड़ दी उजाले की,
चाँद ये यार कब हमारा था।
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solace
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Holy spirit who solve all problems who light all road so I can attain my goal. You who gave me the divine gift to forgive and forget all evil against me and that in all instances of my life you are with me. I want in this short prayer to thank you for all things and to confirm once again that I never want to be separated from you, even and in spite of all material illusion. I want to be with you in eternal glory. Thank you for your mercy towards me and mine.
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always always always. I'm always writing.
My sister asked me why are you always writing? I don't know why I write but I know it's the only way to breathe. I started writing cause the voice inside my head was so heavy to control. I wrote when grades fall when they blamed me for my rude behaviour when they called me arrogant when I was blamed for being the silent one in the house. And the worst thing about me was that I did not share my secrets with anyone else even if that hurts the most. I felt it alone in silence, endure it alone. Never asked anyone for help. Never asked anyone to heal me. I've been very private since a child. They said, just share it would make you at ease but I did not. I used to get angry with everyone who asked me if I'm okay. I never thought of pretending anything. I was so honest with my answers. They hated me for being honest too. Every time my friend would wear a new dress with a smile on her face, she asked, Am I looking? I would answer, as usual, I still do. How am I supposed to answer that hmm? She looks the same to me every day with every new dress she tries. I get taunt for this so much that irritates me to the extent that no one knows. I've always been honest with everyone but not with writing I guess, I'm not loyal with writing. I don't exactly write about the exact things that I go through. I don't write about the pain I feel rather I see an alternative to vent my anger. Just like now, sometimes I wish I could say my problem exactly the way it is just to see how a person would react, sometimes I too wanna get an honest review to my honest writing. But then again, what would it change?
Nothing it doesn't, things doesn't change, the things which had to happen, I can't stop it from happening even after knowing that my senses refused to understand. I can't stop myself from being my own biggest enemy.
Even if things don't change, people change, I changed. The only things that I care about are you, your health and your safety. Even after being arrogant to the world my heart wants to be kind to you. Even after ignoring the world, I wanna chase you forever and ever. Even after moving faster than a mind, I wanna wait for you till eternity. Even after being an ignorant fool, I'm possessive for you.
I never cared about people the way they think about me, the way they treat me.
I was always rude to them, I don't mind them treating me the same.
But, I care about you. I want everyone to treat you the way you deserve, kindly and with respect.
I never expected anything from life for me and I never thought someday I would expect it for someone who isn't me but, baby aren't you in me? now I want life to shower you with lots of happiness and prosperity.
I was someone who made a different excuse to stay away from guys. I was harsh to everyone
who approached me. I said I want looks to the one who thought they looked bad. I said I don't trust good looking guys to the ones who thought they look good. I made an opposite excuse to everyone. Among all the easiest was the one where I lied about myself saying I was in a relationship.
When you came into my life, I got a friend the kind of friend I never had. How did you manage to see the real me? I never felt the need to hide anything. From the very beginning, I was scared to lose you even as a friend I would never want to lose you. This fear of losing you I think this will be with me until the graveyard. You surprised me every time, discovering the things I did not know about myself, Knowing about me way before then I said, seeing me the way I failed to see.
You taught me how to love a human being,
and for me, you are only the human being
all the people I came across are just people in the human form. When they gave thousand of lecture about how important is self-love, I never cared. I did not love myself enough but for you, I want to love my self too. How can I not love the person you love the most?
Even after being obsessed with love for a long. Even after adoring, love. Even after loving love so much. I did not love the person the way I loved love' Seeing me so caught up with the things related to just love, romance novel, classic old love song, love games, Just love.
My friend said to me, you'd be a great lover someday. I did not believe her. I knew I couldn't love the person. I never believed there would be anyone who would make love, fall in love.
But some parts of me were afraid to fall in love. I knew if I do. I would do deeply. I was scared that I would fall in love. But, love happens most unexpectedly to the least expected person without a knock on your door. It doesn't go the way you want yet you love. Hopelessly, selfishly, truly, deeply, madly. I remember you running away from me many times I did not care at first but you were so stubborn. I had to care. I'm glad I cared. Idk, if I can ever be a good human being but I will always try my best to be the best lover.
To the guy who taught me how to love, who taught me how to worry for another person,
who gave me a reason to live, who gave me a chance to be in love.
I never had a dream but I want you to fulfil all your dreams, live your dream.
Money was never my priority but I want you to earn money way more than your ancestors did, so no one can question your worth.
I never had an aim that makes so much sense now, I want you to accomplish your goal, reach your destinations.
I want you to be happy the way I want you to love me.
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dove_wings
2w
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My world crashed down the moment
They bought her home wrapped in a bloodstained cloth,
Even though knowing it few minutes before
I didn't want to face that harsh reality,
All those live images of our sweet moments
Flashed in front of my eyes;
The way she had called me "Mumma"
For the first time in her mellifluous voice,
The way she used to irritate me when I cooked,
The way she used to make faces to make me smile
After getting scolded from me,
The way she used to sleep in my lap
After finishing her homework,
The way she made me chase her
Around our garden while she played,
Every single moment was live and fresh in front of me;
I wasn't crying
Neither I was feeling anything,
I was just standing still near the open door,
Then I saw her
Right in front of me,
Laughing and calling me to come out with her,
I stretched my hands to reach her
But she disappeared,
Something hard as an arrow pierced my heart,
I felt blood getting sucked out from my body,
Then suddenly everything went black.................
When I opened my eyes
Everything was blur,
I put my hands over my chest
And then on my face,
My heart was beating and
I was breathing alive,
Then suddenly something stuck my mind,
"Where is my angel?" I asked them,
But no one had any answer of my question,
They all were staring at me blankly,
All I remembered was the words she had told me last
When I was busy cleaning the house,
"Mumma I'm going to find my doll"
My mind was on ripples,
"Did the doll take my angel with her?!"
Yes, she got lost forever..........
// ©dove_wings //
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[ P.S.- Her 4-year old daughter died in an accident as a vehicle crashed upon her when she had went to the road to pick up her fallen doll. And her mother is in shock till now. ]
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4w
Read MorePlots like this keep coming in my mind.
I wanted to add a picture as the bg :/
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It's raining outside and I'm home early today. Being just three of us home, everything is always kept neatly at place like a brand new home. I'm glad my girl is a tidy kid unlike me. Mom used to scold me so much and I, I never learnt. No matter how organised everything felt in my head, I was and I am, utterly a mess. As I sit on the couch, Pax comes running on my lap and starts licking the back of my hand. “Here, here! Did you miss me? Your friend will be back home soon”, and I pat his head. Such a kid.
They both had a good time last night, going through the photo album which is still lying on the table. I open it, I don't know for which time but it still feels so fresh. These memories never get old nor does this first, ten years old photograph. Me as the little girl beside my parents, holding my little girl in my arms standing right outside the adoption centre. I was too happy to stop and look for any better background to capture the moment. It's okay, I edited the centre name as if it was never there. Edited it from my heart as well, the moment I called her mine. It's raining, inside too. I waited for years and it didn't take much for her to make me cry happy tears every single day since the day she arrived in my life with her little steps. My angel. I wipe my tears closing the album. This rain makes everything gloomy in some way and I don't like this feeling. I take a look at the door and then back outside the window. Something is feeling off today. I close my eyes feeling the coolness in the air settle on my closed eyelids. Today there's again some chaos in this peace. I can feel it. Right here. And I place a hand on my chest. Slightly towards left.
Before my mind starts playing the movie of the happy memories of my life to calm my heart down, the bell rings. I forget everything and stride towards the door. With a wide welcoming smile, I open the it and to my surprise, she isn't even wearing a slight curve on her face. Sitting down on my knees I open my arms wide but she walks past me. I realise she doesn't smile playing in my arms for hours and hours anymore. I smile to see the negligibly older version of my little girl. I close the door and turn around to see her sitting on the couch with her hands folded and cheeks fluffy red with anger. I giggle quietly. You don't get to see such an adorable sight often so I'm just standing here, sightseeing. After a few minutes for her seeking me from the corner of her eye , I ask “Had a bad day at school?” She doesn't say a word. “Fought with your bestie?” Now this silence seems quite worrisome. “What's wrong?” I ask offering her a strawberry. “Where's he?” She asks folding her hands tighter. “Oh! He's there in sniffing your new tees. He loves the fragrance of new clothes. You know right!” I reply with a slight laugh. “I'm not asking about doggo, Mumma!” She yells. And the next moment her eyes soften along with her body. “I..” She stops with a sigh. I go near her and breaking the fold, I take her hands in mine. “Tell me about it na” I say with a smile. I know who she is asking about and I don't want her to say it but her keeping it in will be worse. She holds my hands back “Today my friends were asking about my father again, mumma. Those stupids want to know about him and I feel more stupid to not know anything about him. Where is he? Why isn't daddy with me like all their dads?”
Not this again... Weeks go by without this topic but once in a blue moon she has to talk about it. “I've told you about him staying in far away country for office work na? Didn't you tell your friends about it?” “I forget everytime about this. I forget things when I'm sad. I'm sorry.” I hug her caressing her hair. “Hey! It's fine okay? Even I forget things hehe.” “Does he forget to call me either?” We part from the hug and suddenly I feel heaviness take over the chaos. “He isn't allowed to use mobile phone there you know. Otherwise how will he forget to listen to your sweet voice huh?” There's silence hitting the walls and there's his voice singing in my head. Once... I wish I could call him once. Not for myself but just to make him talk to her. I won't ever. I know both of them well. I know the way he'll talk and how she'll get attached to him in a single call. It'll be like two friends talking. She'll ask for a call again and again and I won't be able to break her heart by denying. He's living his own life and I shouldn't bother him either. And what if she addresses him as daddy? No! This will be a disaster for sure. I brush the thoughts away and tell her “You know, he's like you! Having big happy eyes, a big nose, a peaceful smile and um... sensitive to tickling!” I start tickling her and stop to wipe her tears which flowed when she laughed aloud. Her smile is gone within moments and she walks away towards the closed window.
“I miss him even when my friends don't talk about him. I miss him everyday, mumma.” She says this with a cracking voice while drawing one small and two big human stick figures and a four legged oval shape on the dewy window. I smile seeing the small one standing near one of the big one. It's her daddy for sure. I smile seeing someone so close to her even after being so far. Someone she has never seen, met or talked to, ever. A kind of hatred for myself seeps in my heart for putting her in such situation. But what can I do? How am I supposed to tell her that there's no daddy? She's too young to understand my sorted messy life. All I can do is shower both mother's and father's love upon her, all by myself. Something better than nothing for my everything.
I walk towards her, lean and place my chin on her shoulder, holding her from behind with one hand and placing the other on the window glass. “Do you love him?” I ask. “Yes, I do” Her voice, it's always so merry but when she's sad, my heart starts aching hearing her sad voice. “More than me huh?” I ask trying to be a bit dramatic. She lets go off a few moments and then places her warm little palm on my hand. She's the holder of every feeling I possess now. All the love, peace, happiness and warmth. Warmth. She's that sun peeking from behind the clouds after years of gloomy rainfall all over my soul. She's warmth to my winter. “No. I love you both. Equal equal. ” She passes me a sad smile and keeps staring out again at the nest with a bird family. I don't want her to learn this from me but she is anyway. “Do you want to know a secret?” Her eyes light up hearing me ask this and her curious grip tightens on my hand as she whispers a yes. “You know, he loves you too.” I force a wide smile and I'm feeling it's contagiousness as she smiles too. “Does he?!” She exclaims turning around and throwing her arms around my neck. “Yes, he does!” She hugs me tightly. ‘I'm sorry. I'm sorry for today and I'm sorry for the day you'll be heartbroken knowing your mumma lied to you. You'll understand me na? Please do. Please.’ It seems like I'm repeating this for the hundredth time in my mind. “But.. I don't know if he does.. he never told me..” Her words and eyes filled to their brim, both are questioning. “He told me so once and now I'm telling you na” I kiss her tears away. “It isn't true” she says and starts crying. I have no idea how long she's been keeping all this in. “Hey! Listen please. Cry it out but just know that he loves you alot girl. He really does! You know his letters for you say the same!” I keep caressing her hair and back. Again and again. “His letters?” she wipes her tears herself this time. “Yes! His letters. He writes to you once in a while but I wasn't getting any chance to give them to you dear. I've kept them safe hehe.” She's really pissed at me right now but I know she'll keep it aside and ask me for those letters. “Where are they? Show me!!” “Wait for me and I'll be right back with those letters, okay?”
Letters. From the day she entered my life, every month I've wrote a letter for her. Two letters everytime, one from me and one, on his behalf. I know how it feels like to be almost loved by him. I'm too familiar with his thoughts, his way of talking, his soul which I carry along and him. To write on his behalf was never a difficult task but adding ‘love’ in the letters was. I'm a stranger to his love but I've managed to write those letters with love. These childhood days are meant to be the happiest days of her life and I'll do everything I can to keep her happy. These letters are just one of those things. My legs are feeling so heavy with each step I'm taking towards that happy soul. I have to make this letter upto her today, anyhow. “Here you go. ” She takes the letter from my hand and starts reading it aloud as I stand there, shivering. It takes alot to lie to the loved ones. It's still not easy even after doing the same for life. “There is my birthdate on the top!” She almost jumps smiling..
//Dear you,
So... How old has my little girl turned today? Old enough to tie the shoelaces and her pretty hair into two tiny ponies on her own? Or old enough to bother your mumma intentionally on my behalf too? Well no matter how old you get, your cuteness will never lessen for me, I promise!
Happy Birthday to you sweetie ♡
I know you miss me alot but I miss you more. On one of your birthday, we both will bake a cake together. You'll help me na? I just know how to boil water. Hey! don't laugh now. Okay you may. And keep laughing and smiling all the time!! Do you know that you look prettier than your favourite doll when you smile? Well now you know so you should smile now :p
Also, I got to know that you fell and injured yourself right on the previous day of your birthday. Who does something like this huh? -_- You're forgiven for being careless this time but not again! Play carefully and the wounds will be healed soon don't worry. I'm sending you an ointment named as love ^_^
Daddy loves you more than your mumma. Shh don't tell her. It's a secret between us ;)
*hugs you and squeezes you tightly*
Wish you a happy birthday once again!
*kisses your forehead*
Take care okay?
Only yours,
Daddy //
“Daddy is the best!” She exclaims and comes running to me and hugs me tightly, holding the letter close to her heart. I can feel her smile wide with utmost happiness and it's just overwhelming to see her so happy after months. I know I'm not doing right but I want her to live her nows happily and nothing else. There's a stack of more such letters kept in the cupboard and I know one day, she'll be so heartbroken that she won't even think twice before setting them on fire. Will she hate me for all this? Will she be able to see my love? I have no idea and I can't do anything about it as what's done is done. She deserves every bit of this happiness and probably much more. “I know right! Just like you hehe.” I say, gently pulling her cheeks.
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I wish I could time warp
the moment
when I chewed up
the pink bubblegum
for the first time,
later it changed
to the white hues
to say I was in awe
is to underestimate
the innocence
of a nine years old child
I still remember
the name of candy,
my granddad bought it for me,
for the first time,
away from mothers eyes,
hiding in his left pocket
I used to tell him
the table from one to ten
just to get a single
piece of sweet chocolate
I wish I could time warp
the moment
when I had my
first crush on grade four
a cute guy
with pink chubby cheeks
just sharing the same
kind of pencil
would light up
the entire day,
away from the chaos,
and heartbreak
I wish I could time warp
all my childhood memories
just like chocolates
inside a thin wrappers
I would hide time,
somewhere betwixt
the silly pages of
my comics, I wish
I would be able to
never flip
the pages again
©fairytales_
