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I am the flower growing in between cracks in the sidewalk
Shambhavi May 5
Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
Shambhavi May 3
It's Funny....

How the ones who could speak taught me pain,
While the silent ones tought me love.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could see like me gave me betrayal,
While the ones who can't see like me gave all it's trust.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could walk on two legs never stood for me,
While the ones who crawl on four legs always stood for me.


It's Funny Right.....🙃
Sometimes Animals treat you better than humans i don't have any pet but i always feed stray cats and dogs and the amount of love and trust those innocent souls give me is not comparable to a human love.
Shambhavi May 1
I'm not her...

My hands are not shiny like her.
Instead painted with ink scratches,

My eyes are not wide and shiny like her,
Instead teary and hidden under specs.

My face is not full of makeup like her,
Instead covered with stress of my career.

My hair is not smooth like her,
Instead harsh just like my financial status.

"Even though I loved you more",
You choosed her...
And told me,"I'm not her."
(I know)....
Yes I'm not her but I'm definitely unique and not made for you
  May 1 Shambhavi
Rose
my love for you was unconditional.
your name engraved itself in my heart,
embedded itself into my soul.
loving you came naturally,
as if I were made solely to love you.

but you
you had your terms and conditions.
you would love me
so long as it was easy.
your heart never ached for my warmth.
and when the time came,
you let go
without hesitation.

for you,
I would have always tried.
always fought for us.
always stayed.

for me,
you had your limits
and I exceeded
your terms and conditions.
to the man i love who is no longer mine
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