My words weave poetry making it the frontier of my agony. These warm days won’t make these winters go that have settled in me just like the rust making the metal weak. These stars wont be my remedy anymore for it reminds me of you. These poetries won’t help me anymore for you are not meant to be written in between these lines. You are boundless that even 26 syllables Fall short for you. This sky is not the same anymore for I am not sharing it with you. My heart ask for days when it will shed all these heartaches and summers will be back again, when you and I Will meet again.
I am Navya, an 18-year-old daydreamer from Delhi, India. I am an occasional Narcissist and Jane Austen enthusiast. I love playing with metaphors. My hobbies include writing poems and reading books.
Honestly, writing is very important for me because it helps me to express myself. For me, writing is that gentle wave of ocean that soothes the seashore. My Instagram is @ely.nav
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