There is so much more that our so-called instruments cannot detect. Even radio signals were first detected not too long ago, JC Bose being a pioneer in sending them artificially
With a full pink moon And starry nights I will stand underneath The Northern lights
this world is graceless and a bit mediocre. this world is heartless and as are the people who inhabit it.
You told me of your dreams And I told you everything About joy and hurt and love gone dim You only smiled and pulled me near I still love that you were the one Who could chase away my fear
Why do I feel so emotionally invested when I see or hear your name. Why does sadness creep into me whenever I think of you. Why does happiness seep through me each time your face appears on my memory.
That sunken feeling in your stomach The anchor in your heart To be on the verge of crying But yet nothing comes out.
So love listen, fuck long distance My words will reach you My love will stay true Always love, as long as I can
You made me understand that a broken heart can heal in a million ways. You taught me that pain can be a crayon to much happier days. And for the aches and bleedings, you gifted me, I owe you my betterment
We will end up to this. You, drifting far away miles to miles Falling out of love.
I am no God, I am but mere flesh and bone failing sometimes at life, but hanging in there, Yet she is everything, so loved she must be
"Change is the only thing in this world that is constant," they say. For me, it's human nature, or our nature, to outgrew on things that we used to love—of course, barbie dolls.
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.