Friends
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
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Escape
In narrow escape routesInside games of shameYou hidBreathing unabashedAnd that’s where I found youDefiant refugees together,We loved. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
Validation
What’s validation between us?
Fallen Eve
To ‘the one special woman’, You are the stuff of memories that never fade, rust or get forgotten. You are the overriding factor above everything hormonal, practical, emotional, logical and fair. Indeed, you must be special. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Do you know who I am? I…
@ Rambler: 🙂 Yes, I do know what you mean.
Friends to me was just the sitcom for a long time, then few people changed that, now its more like people whom I need not speak to, to communicate, If you know what I mean
@ Supremus: 🙂 Glad you finally made it. And yes, I’m a creature of many moods, though this was more escapism than cynicism.
Came here through blogspot – no wonder my readers were not showing up your posts!! Domain is the way to go! Great theme btw.
And yeah, mmh, felt like a very cynical feeling hehe!