You are the lyrics and I’m the melody dear… 

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You left me Torn

You always had different ways to tell me ‘I Love You’ in front of my parents. 

You always used to found the third way to give me those tingling pecks, when my mumma was not looking. 

How everything changed so much? 

Wen all this came to an end? 

I just want to dream again, 

Like the good old times before the storm. 

But I know it will never be same, 

Because the day you walked away you left me torn. 

Just my Luck! 

I was cautious 

I looked left and then I turned right

And there you were 

The glitter in your eyes calling my name.

You spread your arms

And I ran to my only hope

I fell into your arms 

As I take in your scent

And my fire start to burn. 

I wanted to speak

I tried to speak

But your soft lips moving in sync with mine

Didn’t let me.

It wasn’t fierce 

It wasn’t wild 

Until,

You took your free hand down, 

And further

Inside

Squeezing

Making me moan. 

This time, 

It was wild, 

It was passionate, 

Until, 

I woke up from my dream. 

Happy!

You left me in bed

with nothing but tears. 

But now the well has dried

and I am stronger. 

I know it makes you sad

that I’m happy now

and my eyes are searching no more for you. 

I hope you do realise that

Souls with wings were made to fly. 

Book Review: Me and Earl and The Dying Girl

Name – Me and Earl and The Dying Girl

Author – Jesse Andrews

This book can be emotional roller coaster ride. Sometimes funny and sometimes profoundly sad. 

“The best ideas are always the simplest”

The story revolves around Greg, Earl and Rachel; but mostly around Greg and Rachel. Rachel,daughter of Denise is diagnosed with Leukemia. Denise is friend with Greg’s mother. So Greg’s mother ask him to take care of the dying girl. She didn’t ask but she forced him. 
“One thing I’ve learned about people is that the easiest way to get them to like you is to shut up and let them do the talking”

The characters are beautifully written. And yes, this book is not everybody’s cup of tea but for those who’ll give it their whole heart.
“There was just something about her dying that I had understood but not really understood, if you know what I mean. I mean, you can know someone is dying on an intellectual level, but emotionally it hasn’t really hit you, and then when it does, that’s when you feel like shit”

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After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written. 

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