Sometimes, thoughts of you, us, hits me like a brick - it envelopes me - and it gets so hard to breathe.

I am so fuckin attracted to thin hips!!!

Maybe, like puberty, being in love or wanting to be loved too is an age bound phase - you outgrow it eventually. You 'grow up'

I just got lost somewhere.

Umarein Lagi Kehate Huve, Do Labj The Ik Baat Thi
Woh Ik Din Sau Saal Ka, Sau Saal Ki Woh Raat Thi
Kaisa Lage Jo Chup Chaap Dono,
Ho Pal Pal Mein Puri Sadiyaan Bitaayein

Pretty content. And excited.

Being beautiful is common
You have to be one of a kind

By the Poet

You had me at the use of full words while texting.

Do I have a problem with Authority?

the answer would be a Big YESSS!

:D