From the Pages of the Book I Will Never Write

Two lost hikers

In the rain

With wet matches 

One gives up thinking, I have been too cold and in the dark for two long

The other goes, I have been too cold and in the dark for too long to not try every damn match.

Warriors

I see the dents and the worn edges of your heart.

And I want to run away since it reminds me of my own.

But a stronger voice inside me knows that If you would let me, I would never let you fight another battle alone.

My Forever.

I may be little.

But not my heart.

Not my love.

My mind may be impatient

but not my heart

not my love.

And in this world of cheap wine and fast love,

While some people don't endure.

Some feelings just do.

Stuff Heartbreaks Are Made Of.

..when you made me feel

that my hand isn't worth holding

and my lips aren't worth tasting

and my heart isn't deserving of our love..

Saajna