Ayy Khushali

Dear dairy, Happy 20th summer to us :) I know I know, it sounds so odd like 20th summer really? But yeah I literally just sat at the foot of my bed and counted as though how many summers I've have had lived? Survived? Enjoyed? Psshhtt never mind :P So yeah here I am.. bored and frustrated. Maybe I should start singing.. No, I think I'll stay in tonight Skip the conversations and the "Oh, I'm fines" No, I'm no stranger to surprise This paper town has let me down too many times Why do I even try? Give me a reason why I thought that I could trust you, never mind Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line? I guess I'm too naive to read the signs I just wanna talk about nothin' With somebody that means somethin' Spell the names of all our dreams and demons For the times that I don't understand Tell me what's the point of a moon like this When I'm alone again Can I run away to somewhere beautiful Where nobody knows my

Have you ever heard the sound of someone's voice and felt your knees sink? Strings of words pull south; heaven on your tongue as they speak? I've given up trying to make sense of it. All I know is his voice plays the strings of my every weakness and I swear to God, if you were to ask me what love sounds like, I would say Him.. I would say Him Savouring his kisses like drug that I need; hands holding mine that they were only made for me. Bodies mold so perfectly that it makes me think, why would God make him for me because he's my that wildest fantasy turned into my reality, Because I love Him.. Because I'' in love with Him.

Why is that they think that it's always wrong with me.. to have my day gone without food and water, why do they blame me..  why it is so hard if I express it..  can't they see me as a human and expect me all to compress it? Sounds funny, out of joy..  I'm writing my misery in a rhyme..  because it gets hard for them to see me cry, yet they expect me all day smile.. I'm a girl full of dreams..  yet why do they blame me for who I'm being.? What's so hard to see past my watery eyes.. Doesn't that tell you why my pillow soaked in cries? What is that, that makes me overdramatic.. Just because I show my teeth doesn't tell them that certain things make me nostalgic. I get angered, triggered easily.. I say a few things which I didn't intend to speak.. Yet why is that they blame me for all this.. Doesn't this becomes your fault because I "understand" while you don't what I've through being? I never choose this life, nor I wa