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Archive for the month “March, 2017”

When I say I miss you…

when I say “I miss you”,

I mean 

I miss your smile

I miss the things you say 

I miss how you say them

I miss the twinkle in your eyes when you say them

I miss your touch

I miss the softness  of your  palm when they rub against  my skin

I miss those cuddles and

I miss the kisses

I miss a walk down  the park.

I miss your laugh

I miss your silence 

I miss the joy you bring

I miss everything  about you

I miss us.

-Amity
When I say “I miss you”,

I mean

You’re like the wind,

A friend, even if eyes cannot see,

When you’re not ‘here’,

Trust me, you’re sorely missed,

Laughter, gist and moral support,

Implicit trust in my play with words,

And the privilege of vision,

Views of places across the ocean.

I know you care,

And that’s why I cannot breathe,

When you’re not here,

It’s like there’s no air.

-Maskuraid
When I say “I miss you”, 

I mean

I miss something we did in the past, 

somewhere we used to be, 

something we talked about.

I mean 

I miss the virtual  kisses

And our our stroll through Neverland

Even the evening strolls in the dusty 

village track roads .

I miss the chuckles under the sheets 

and Singing to The Sound of Silence, 

imagining we were on stage with 

Garfunkel, and watching 20,000 

screaming fans at Madison Square.

I miss the pictures  I took

The one that bore through and

captures your smiles, strengths and 

weaknesses
I miss the sound of dried leaves, the 

sound they made when we made 

out….

-Jay

When I say “I miss you”,

 I usually mean I cannot feel 

the connection with the you as much

 as I normally do.

 We need to reconnect and revive it.

 I need to feel the you no matter how 

far you are. 
-Elsa 

The pretender

“I was quick to dismiss him. I was determined never to entertain love and love talks. I have had enough. I’m sure if awards were given for failed love, I would have a truck load. Maybe my bruised heart would serve as one.  My last lover did great damage. He took what was left of my broken heart and sucked the breath out of it so much so nothing could make it flutter in love again”.

 

I tell the story of a girl who went in search of love.

She journeyed with her priced possessions: her pen, her heart and crazy mind. 

She journeyed through the land of words. 

Wild bitter words were food to her; vile were the words she drank.

Even when the thorns of words tore her delicate skin, she never gave up.

Till one fateful day, when he came her way.

“He, I thought was my heaven-made match.I never suspected he was a heart stealer. I gave him the key to the sacred lock. I let him into the inner most chamber of my heart. He became the king of my heart”.

 

She loved him with all of her brokenness.

She gave him all she had- her heart, pen and crazy mind.

His words meant everything to her.

He spoke them not neither did he scribble, his big brown eyes 

imprinted it on her broken heart and deep down her soul.

Actions they say speak louder than words.

His words were action, they meant everything to her.

Those words hugged her brokenness

with their rainbow wings, they kissed her scars.

she felt so safe until he stabbed her heart to death 

with those same words.

“Gosh! He was a good pretender and I fell real hard. I have never felt so broken in my whole life. So you see why I can’t stand another love talk. I am done with love because he, my last lover,murdered what was left of my bruised heart”.

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