Я влюбилась ни в слова, и ни во внешность.
Я влюбилась в его смех, который можно услышать издалека. Влюбилась в то, как он закидывает голову назад и закрывает свои глаза, когда его что то беспокоит, или он не знает как лучше поступить в какой-то ситуации, как кусает свою губу, когда взвалнован. Я обожаю его выражение лица, когда он работает. Я восхищаюсь его силои воли и тем, как он придерживается своих принципов, а его мнение важно для друзеи.
Я влюбилась в человека не из-за его внешности.... хоть он и хорош собой...🥀🖤
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We look down to no one
We do not grovel or beg
Our spines are made of tempered steel
Forged with fire that made the universe
It is not meant to bend or break
Which is why we survive
No matter what it takes -lupusregem•
...TRANGAM...(trang-guhm) is a noun for an old gadget, gewgaw or trinket.
Trangam, also spelled trangame, trangram, and trankum, is a rare noun with no obvious etymology. Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) helped revive trangam in The Abbot (1820), one of the earlier Waverley Novels. Trangam entered English in the 17th century.
If there had to be one thing that really terrified me, of course except losing my loved ones, it'd be not being able to express through writing. It's been such a constant, a shelter and this place, it's been like a safe haven since the very start. And now there are days, or weeks when I see myself not being able to compose a single piece of poetry or not being able to pen something down which is worthwhile, it's kinda more than sad. People, they're so talented, if they fail at one thing there's always something else as a backup, but for me... Well this is it tbh. ________________________________
I remember being obsessed with the number of followers or likes I had. With people and where they placed me in their priority lists. With my insecurities. With sadness and being able to reflect it in my words. With the idea that the world had always been unfair to me.
But tbh... Looking back none of it really matters anymore. What matters are the smaller bits, the moments of happiness and pure joy. The moments which had lessons hidden under their folds. What matters is where I am today, also the path I chose. And all of it has left me in a state of contentment which I'd never want to abandon except when it's finally time to fly to places with newer treasures that the universe beholds. _______________________________
My world is quite small and you complete it in every way. From morning to night, my mind and heart are full of your thoughts. I have been falling for you a little more every single time i would think of you. It has been you and it always is you—Prabhu M Nair (P.N) #evenfallpoetry@evenfallpoetry
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I’m surrounding myself with those who want to elevate and reach higher levels together. The kind who are willing to love and build trust with one another. My circle may be small, but I’m willing to keep it real. Leave a 💯 if you are too.