LA POESIE DE LA VIE

 I wrote a million desperate letters,   screaming my love for you, and how badly I am lost in... there's no explanation for my insanity, but you don't even have a clue. that I am, in love tragady. waiting for you, to magically come to me, and tell me you feel it too... tell me that you miss me too... tell me that I wasn't the first, that I am not alone covered in cigarette dust. - Prerna Diwan

Here I am,  Back where I left it off,  Sitting under the tree.  Erasing my tears,  Wishing it to be free.  Thinking, where I went wrong.  Am I really that strong?  Watching these trees move,  I am begging for the peace to prove.  Do I really exist?  In this world of lies,  Have I fake kissed?  Where all these were just some trys.  In the end they were all proved fake,  Or maybe I just realized it's a little late.     By Prerna Diwan. 

 Millions of beautiful words came out from a girl who never intended to write. She just wanted to be heard. Somehow her beautiful words were finally heard by the paper napkins in the restaurants, or the notes in their phone. She didn't even know she could write in a poetic way. Until she shows it out to their friends and then her family. She thought their friends were just being nice so she kept it to herself. Until people started relating to whatever she writes. It made her nothing but happy. It was like a warm feeling that indicates that she's not alone to feel all those feelings. People liked reading whatever she wrote, that's what they say. But somewhere she thinks she can't write something so good for people to like it. It's impossible for that to be true. This thought was eating her up. whenever she picked her pen to write, her hands started shaking. Soon she was scared to even write down her own feelings, scared of those being true. Until the part people star...