(im sorry, I promised myself I would never blog about this stuff again. I don’t know what im doing .)
Maybe, somethings just happen at their own speed, and some people, some thoughts need to leave when they are ready to leave. Or maybe, when im ready to let them go.
We weren’t worthy of a cowboy with his two bit guitar and tattered jeans who would croon out love songs and sing of two hearts and compare anything genuine to symbols so pathetically trashy. We weren’t worth truck loads of money spent recklessly on gifts and chocolate and roses and other synthetic pieces of nothingness that crowd the shelves of love struck cupid mongers. We didn’t deserve to celebrate anything on the fourteenth of any month in any year, in any measure of imaginable time or space or effort. We were less than long yawns at dawn when late night conversations ended not with goodbyes but with the abrupt click of an exhausted phone that had run out of battery. We earned no prizes or medals or moments of recognition. We received no praise, no help, we had no guardian angels. We didn’t have stolen verses, no settings dotted with winking stars and no blighted juevenille promises of a forever that lasted for no one.
There was no background music when we were together.
5 comments:
tumhara verbal mein 800 aaya keh nahin aaya?
Lol.... I would also love to find out your verbal score after reading this :) Sorry, but I don't know that much about your past, so i can't comment on the actual post, but do let me know about the score ;)
someday t'will be worth all of that if you want it, and much much more.
Enjoyed a lot! »
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