The slutty red lipstick With the little black dress But a white bridal veil In a cozy pink closet. ©the_brick_lady Advertisements
because we are born to die doesn’t mean we die without living…
little lies and little veils none of truth all made-up tales.
love gives you hope for naive romanticism and words to put into rhyme and rhythm ©the_brick_lady
Like a rose, you held too tight… Bleeding your fingers with its thorny might.
You get a little more I get a little less Of the relief. I get a little more You get a little less Of the grief.
And it’s only lukewarm love we can bask in. Too hot scalds your skins. Too cold freezes your hearts.
Dear Daughter, The one that you call ‘generation gap’ is actually our ‘filter of patriarchy’. With love, Maa.
They never loved ‘Chocolate’ less, for being dark and ‘Vanilla’ more, for being white.