Forever
Dark sky,
Hot night,
Stars lit up,
Soft grass,
Still wet,
Your eyes,
My smile,
Wrists locked,
Lips closed,
Let's stay like this forever,
Gazing in each other's eyes.
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Blue, Really Blue
By Unknown
Dark sky,
Hot night,
Stars lit up,
Soft grass,
Still wet,
Your eyes,
My smile,
Wrists locked,
Lips closed,
Let's stay like this forever,
Gazing in each other's eyes.
By Unknown
I hate us fighting
but I'm tired of being sorry
I'll never forgive myself for pushing you away
but I'm tired of being sorry
I can't stand the fact that I never got a second chance
but I'm tired of being sorry
I regret many things I did to you when I had you
but I'm tired of being sorry
I miss what I lost in you
but I'm tired of being sorry.....
I'm tired of being sorry for YOUR mistakes!
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By Unknown
Thinking herself too smart,
She lies again.
But I know,
I’ve always known.
Sometimes secrets get too big to hide,
And one can’t help it out.
Life is a long journey,
And many people come and go out of one’s life.
No one can become so significant,
That one’s life stands still for her.
I hope she realizes,
How worthless she really is.
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By Unknown
I wish I could gather my life in an orange
A big one filled with blood and tears
And I could eat it as I grow up
To stab in hell all my fears.
And I wish I could taste it again and again
Till sipping the last drop of it
And murder it with a bloody knife
Without loving and smiling a bit.
Maybe, if some pieces from it will rest
I will write them on my tomb;
And maybe on your chest
I will paint all the doom.
Don't be scared...
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By Unknown
Do you know how much you hurt me?
What did I do?
Am I not good enough?
Did I say something wrong to you?
What did I do?
Maybe I was just never meant to survive
In social circles.
Maybe I was destined to live alone...
It doesn't matter anyway...
Anymore.
It will take a while to get over...
But I'll get used to it.
I always do.
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