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Starving Stars
Dear readers,
I hope you do not get caught beneath the starvation of Love.
Love has always been a very mysterious thing to me.
Though i received it never felt real. I would like to introduce the starvation of Love
“♡Starving Stars♡„
Night of the day, deep in my slumber carried away into the dreamscapes, tear strained face First ray of the day fell.
I woke up by my mother daily rants getting angry on tiny thoughts was usual for mother. after my breakfast, got to study and then here come the evening tea.
Dusk pink and orange hue dominating the once blue sky, after which the starry night came sly. Beneath the sparkling stars,
oh how my heart hurt while I start for attention and love hoping the darkness soon passby, The damsel sat in distress wondering like the depths of unfocused seas and rivers in her own mind. Didn't disturbed her as it was the same forever routine of overthinking and self-blaming.“It was your fault„ , “you could have stopped it„
oh how I wish someone would believe me and tell do not worry.
A young one should wish and dream
Not cry and scheme
Wondering if I would be enough if I be her
«Talentless«ugly«weak«pathetic«fat»
Don't i deserve to love myself too?
Such coments day-to-day pass and go,
I still can't think, what to do ?
If Only, If only I was perfect enough.
i would not have to fake up a smile, live in distress, build up the stattered peices of my heart.
Oh darling only if you know, what gorgeous smiles hide behind, what kind heart have in the line.
Cause “ if a person is not loved enough, they learn to lick it off from sharp knife„
“A starving one can eat anything„
My Dear ladies and gentlemen,
Presenting you “The Starving stars”
to express my beleive and pain on the topic «Starvation of love ♡»
I have never experienced love story of,
I would suffer in silence and bleed on the Crumbled papers. Poetry became my healer and I a poet. inking out on the papers became my hobby, and i realised i wasn't talentless any more.
“A Poet imagination bleeds out it's pain while the ink signifies it's love,”
— Mystic_
© The mysterious
I hope you do not get caught beneath the starvation of Love.
Love has always been a very mysterious thing to me.
Though i received it never felt real. I would like to introduce the starvation of Love
“♡Starving Stars♡„
Night of the day, deep in my slumber carried away into the dreamscapes, tear strained face First ray of the day fell.
I woke up by my mother daily rants getting angry on tiny thoughts was usual for mother. after my breakfast, got to study and then here come the evening tea.
Dusk pink and orange hue dominating the once blue sky, after which the starry night came sly. Beneath the sparkling stars,
oh how my heart hurt while I start for attention and love hoping the darkness soon passby, The damsel sat in distress wondering like the depths of unfocused seas and rivers in her own mind. Didn't disturbed her as it was the same forever routine of overthinking and self-blaming.“It was your fault„ , “you could have stopped it„
oh how I wish someone would believe me and tell do not worry.
A young one should wish and dream
Not cry and scheme
Wondering if I would be enough if I be her
«Talentless«ugly«weak«pathetic«fat»
Don't i deserve to love myself too?
Such coments day-to-day pass and go,
I still can't think, what to do ?
If Only, If only I was perfect enough.
i would not have to fake up a smile, live in distress, build up the stattered peices of my heart.
Oh darling only if you know, what gorgeous smiles hide behind, what kind heart have in the line.
Cause “ if a person is not loved enough, they learn to lick it off from sharp knife„
“A starving one can eat anything„
My Dear ladies and gentlemen,
Presenting you “The Starving stars”
to express my beleive and pain on the topic «Starvation of love ♡»
I have never experienced love story of,
I would suffer in silence and bleed on the Crumbled papers. Poetry became my healer and I a poet. inking out on the papers became my hobby, and i realised i wasn't talentless any more.
“A Poet imagination bleeds out it's pain while the ink signifies it's love,”
— Mystic_
© The mysterious
