my mind is a labyrinthcacophony ofsentimentstortureand scepticismit’s an unsolved mysteryI pass hither and thithercolliding with skies and oceansbed of cloudsand bed of seashellsthe mirror reflects fierce facehiding the scars. shiny skin.glittery eyes.swollen lips I may swallow orange peels out of madnessAnd sometimes the left crumbs of my skin out of sadnessI may bleed through my… Continue reading Labyrinth
Her Love for Books
they told she dwelled in book stories and fairy tales and that she was too naive to understand the verity of the world and she loved too hard to be consumed nobody knew nobody understood the books made her happy hopeful optimistic rejuvenated her in sad times bloomed more in happy times induced the pearls… Continue reading Her Love for Books
His words of hatred Stroke me so bad, My bones feel heavy Carrying the weight Of animosity, He held for me. And now my heart Is completely vacuous And devoid of sentiments. -SHREYA Follow me on Instagram: @sharmashreya020
Isn’t Love Hazardous?
Love is hazardous. The kind of love I do, You ought to know first. -SHREYA
Your Oenomel Essence
Rip my clothes and Love me. Nothing feels better than the Wine taste of your tongue and The cherry flavor of your skin.