Of distances and voids.
From the Blog randomlyabstract *(1)* *L*ast time when you came, *a*sking me if ’twas okay *s*milingly, I had lied ‘*t*is alright! *L*et me tell you now *e*very time you come and go, ‘*t*is not alright! *t*oday I miss you as I do *e*very single day and night! *r*emember that. *(2)* Do you know what’s the most a person can give you?– His trust. It is when he tells you about his little joys and simpler things that matter; Simple sorrows, acts, and fears that him do shatter That you know he is trying, and it’s not so easy Unfurling his soul he could slowly be dying, you see. Really, read him not a dream now if you dare not make it Bear in mind: The cruelest way to kill is to fake it. Especially so, when he hopes you could mend holes in his soul Destroy him not. Leave if you may, but let it be when he is whole. *pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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