Said, unsaid

Sometimes, words puncture the soul and injure the heart. But, things that are unsaid and unspoken, often rip the heart apart, rupture the soul and crush the bones. //Silent things are the noisiest// * * * Find me on social media: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/fanaticscribble Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/fanaticscribble Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/fanaticscribble

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Painless pain

Maybe I've started to like all the pain now, for it has stayed longer with me than you ever did. //It doesn't hurt anymore// * * * Find me on social media: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/fanaticscribble Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/fanaticscribble Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/fanaticscribble

The stitched heart

I wear my heart on my sleeve waiting for someone like you to come and weave it back to my chest. //The story of the heart and a hundred stitches// * * * Find me on social media: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/fanaticscribble Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/fanaticscribble Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/fanaticscribble Like, comment and share! Thanks! Byee ❤

Strangers

I could never know you, for you were a wave that rushed in and stole parts of my heart off the shore of my being like a million grains of sand, leaving behind no impression of your identity. * * * Find me on social media: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/fanaticscribble Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/fanaticscribble Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/fanaticscribble Hit that like [...]

Irony

In this world full of chaos, people bear masks of ugly to hide their pretty souls. Why portray artificiality when all of us possess something even more original, natural and precious? Every soul is beautiful in its own unique way and concealing it by unnecessary and material things is in my opinion, a crime to [...]