H for Habit…

For #AtoZ Challenge:

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I had such a bad habit
A bad habit of you
A habit of thinking about you
They say, old habits are hard to leave
But I say,
An old habit will; too die
When it’s replaced with a new one

 

You are the best.

“In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinity of time to come, there will be no one like you. You are original. You are rare. You are unique. Celebrate your uniqueness.”
– Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

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You are original, rare and unique
Cause you are just the best
You are beautiful
Beauty is not skin deep
But deeper than the skin
Beauty from within
What you think, you become
What you sow is what you reap
Be the best you can
Be what you want to be
Not what others want to see

My Mirror…

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Mirror!! Oh, mirror!!
You are the best friend I could have
When I laughed, you laughed with me
When I cried, you cried with me
I acted and you acted the same with me
But, people says..
All mirrors tell are lies
If my mirror too is a lie
I love to keep this lie for life

Friends for life…

“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
Thomas Merton

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“Well, it seems to me that the best relationships – the ones that last – are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and
you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.”
Gillian Anderson

To Trust Someone…

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Trust is a five letter word
So beautiful, so fragile
Like growing a flower in the heart
Hoping it would bloom
Without making our heart bleed
So be careful when planting this flower of trust

To trust someone is like giving a piece of our heart
Something so precious and fragile
Hoping it would be safe there
So don’t make the mistake of breaking someone’s trust

When trust shatters
It does not cause a bruise on the skin
The sharp fragments flow along the blood
Tearing up every bit of us from inside
Making it almost impossible to trust someone again cause
The fragments of shattered glass are impossible to put together

Sorry means nothing…

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Now Your sorry means nothing
After ripping my heart into pieces
After playing with my life with your lie
Your sorry means nothing to me
If I ever meant anything, you would have tried
You wouldn’t have left me behind
If you are sorry then I’m sorry too
I am sorry that I met you
I’m sorry that I let you enter my life
I’m sorry for feeling loved at the cost of your insecurities
You said you would always love me
You said you’d always be there
But now you are sorry for your fake promises
A simple sorry, and you’re gone
Leaving me to die out in the cold
With hurt that will take a long time to heal
But with a hope that the pain will erase one day