Some people will never feel like they belong. There's a sudden numbness within them and no matter how much you try to please them they can't think and or feel otherwise. Emotionally vulnerable and fragile, handle with care. Growing up felt like garbage. There's no other word for the shallowness that lies within. Adulthood has it's perks but late when the moon is no longer visible my heart fills up with things that are rendered meaningless. Paper is my heart, words are my feelings. I've come to terms with reality and it is that I will be sad for as long as I lived.
Every dying sun has a moon to follow.
Every dying rose was once a lover's mellow.
Every sad happening was once an event of happiness.
Every summer evening has a child to play.
Every moment of love was once my abode.
Every picture now speaks louder than my words.
Every body now, notices my sorrows.
-Neha Bharali
(sadness smells like wet clay) 🌻
your r really great........... the feelings are so fluently expressed
I loved it!♥️