Author Archives: Sywise

A daydreamer♡ Gone through many phases of life◇After started writing I found the world where I can exist☆I stare stars not peoples°Well I prefer to be known by my writings and not for my face or name▪︎I write, write and write🌻

What If?

Did I came too far, that it didn’t seems possible to ever go a little back in time?

How long will the night stay?

Or is it day which feels so darker?

It feels much harder to move forward then I thought, every step is making me go back to the time I lost

Even writing is getting a bit difficult :

Will it reach people?

Will it get appreciated?

Will it make sense to anyone?

The little world in my heart is turning grey day be day,

It feels a little heavier when I think about something bright

Where I am heading to?

What will be my destination?

It is too hard to even think about these things.

You!

Well, It’s just an another day but

All I want to say that;

You are still my favourtie

Even when I have lots of choices to make you will be the first in all

For me, your love is like stars

Now matter how many times I try to count them I still can’t count them till the end.

And I consider myself as the moon;

Surrounded by your love forever💜

Even in dull days and dark nights

You are the only one I want to find!

I’m the sunflower of your garden🌻

Embraced by your sunshine☀️

The day when I realized who I am

It was the day when I wanted to disappear,

But then I remembered there is nowhere to go,

There is something we can’t ignore

I believe many people wants me to disappear,

And many peoples who don’t care if we exist,

And there are also some peoples who don’t even know that we exist,

So lets forget those peoples too

Bcoz’ there is someone who wants you, wants your existance, and even care about you,

Even if you’re tired remember those days which you’ve spent with those who knows your worth,

Not everyone wants you to be disapper, there are someone who always stands at your side,

They’ve embraced us at every turn of our life,

They are the reason for which we should be alive,

We can’t erase the good memories of us becoz’ of the bad ones,

Like a flower, we blooms and we withers.