you are poison to my heart.

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Maybe we'll meet again, when we are slightly older an our minds less hectic, and 'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

R.h sin

It's a horrible curse and I keep searching for the cure. Deep down I know this is what it will always be. I wonder how long I can survive it till I can't. But I know it's not healthy for me

OMG ..I did not write this one but it is so True. I was his best friend for 5 yrs and he threw me away. :( #ByeRicardo

Another pinner said: OMG .I did not write this one but it is so True. I was his best friend for 5 yrs and he threw me away. :( (my sentiment exactly) this is the exactly same thing that happened to me😭

Nikita Gill #poetry #writing #words #quotes

no one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who tastes like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams - nikita gill

I don't hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence.

I don't hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence. actually I might just hate you.

Where are you now when I need you the most. It's been months and I can't sleep at night thinking tomorrow might be the day I see you again

everytime she laughs.

"everytime she laughs she hopes he's watching hoping that he will fall for her smile just as hard as she fell for his" he has a beautiful smile.

I thought about you today and I didn't want you. Thinking about you doesn't make me happy anymore. It does excite me. I don't feel the need to hear your voice anymore or see your face ever again.

And One Day, Your Name Didn't Make Me Smile Anymore. I thought about you today and I didn't want you. Thinking about you doesn't make me happy anymore. I don't feel the need to hear your voice anymore or see your face ever again.

Nikita Gill #poetry

Describes perfectly how I used to feel when I can't sleep at night. <<and why i write poetry that late into the night

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY........................................................................................ .......... AH

i write poems about you before i go to bed , i ponder on what secrets your heart might hold , i pray to God for your blessings , i pray to God for your soul

My heart instantly starts pounding, I can't breath, I can't think, totally dazed and it's written all over my face.

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Sometimes you have to let go of what you feel and focus on what you deserve

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