I miss you with every sip of coffee,how can I forget how you used to say no before making coffee and afterwards finish half of my coffee.
every bite of chocolates reminds me of you and those days when you used to bring chocolates for me and asked that can I take just one of them.
no one wear my chappals now but still they don't give comfort to my feet.
The sweetest melody I heard yet was that when your fingers go through my wet wavy hairs and you kept aside them and whispered into my ears slightly touching end of my earrings.
every morning my forehead craves for a kiss as it was habitual to it.
my bun waits for you to open up my long wavy hairs
whenever I looked through window my body reminisces your touch and missing that hug from back
my eyes still searches for traces of your fingers on my waist.
No,now don't say please that only a misunderstanding can help you to forget all this.
don't you miss us?
|| Overcome negativity, live the life of your dreams, and prove people wrong. Never allow your passion to be tainted by the loud and ignorant voices that can surround you. I grew up in a small place where gossip was a popular hobby and mocking others' dreams was commonplace. Needless to say, I always knew I was destined for something bigger. I made the decision long ago that I would never waste my time thinking about what others thought about me and I would focus on my ambitions with a determined zeal. Today, I'm living in my dream city, married to my dream girl, working my dream career. I've been very blessed, but I've also worked tirelessly to make my vision for my life a reality. I've never accepted no for an answer and have always invited myself to the party. You have the power to do the same. You have the key to your happiness. You hold the reins. You are in the driver's seat. You've only got one life, so make it a good one. ||
" Oh, the Places You'll Go...Named Charlotte's and Ville "
Charlotte's and Ville were 2 pairs of Two, they walked the same walk, they wore the same shoe. They marched to the rhythm of the same Rhyme, they knew how to dance they knew how to Wine. Yes oh yes there was a Time when Charlotte's and Ville were full of Delight, they Guided and Abided in Basic + Human + Right. -__- Sthen Den, the Troll moved in. A God Damn Statue.
Yet Hooville was still B-E-A-You ti Ville ; Free. -- Charlotte's was Bright filled with Townies n' Brownies on O'Hill up High -- to Stowndown down Low. For the Birds and the Bees and the Stars and the C's - B pluses - A's to the E's, lived in Surreptitious Cohesive Safe Har-mon-y. But then, a thing so in animate, yes inanimate, caused a stir in the Seas of the Ville, and turned the Lovely Town completely Upside Down. Sthen Den, the God Damned Statue, Moved Out.
Dear Water Street of all streets, turned in into a Zoo, of Scarlett's and Harlett's n' Mannequin Charlatans all screaming and yelling at ... the most bizarre of all things -- Sthen Den, a God Forsaken Statue. Sthen had been completely Ignored -- an afterthought Sore -- 4 years even Yachty and Gotti Never Once shined their Sights on Sthen's dark Den, because he was God Dang Statue. Some statutes are chutes and shoots and shits -- for People took their arms and paraffin'd pits -- and jammed nerves and veins at Sthen Den's dark name.
A feather-pen Heather was the most innocent of Chorals, she Sailed The Caturra swam channels with Old Crowe n' Soda -- for that's what pens of feathers did so Divine. She flew off to be with the One who Created, this unimaginable enchanting place Heaven. Where Poe and Raven met the Feather-pen tethered to the hearts and the minds of the people of Cville. And finally when Sthen Den left for Good, Peace and Prosperity returned to Charlotte's and Ville, this time with friends Seuss n' Wild Bill. @therealfougotti #wordsmith#writersofinstagram#drseuss#Charlottesville @poetryalive365 @words_with_kings @poemsporn_ @writersnetwork @oltmblog @poetrytribe @writerposts
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Relationships no matter how short or long - are all beautiful, the way they end and they way they begin. It is in the depth of each one we experience rather than length of it that leaves a mark on our hearts and in our memories. And like planted seeds we must allow them to grow, to flourish and blossom through the years. To let them flow naturally and take up space within our lives. To allow them to fill our days with light and with colour. It is after all - a dance, a discovery, an invitation to the doors inside our biggest fears, highest hopes and dreams. They are and always will be the greatest reflection of ourselves. A reminder of all the beauty this world has left for us. // A piece for all of you poetry lovers out there #writing