Great true, yeah that you may feel loads closer to someone you've never seen or met than ppl you have known for a long time irl
Destiny


Great true, yeah that you may feel loads closer to someone you've never seen or met than ppl you have known for a long time irl
Totally experienced it like thrice already😮

I've had an experience too . This was my favourite from your poems @LegendarySpartan.(✿^‿^)( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Oh my gosh, tysm😍😍😍i really really really appreciate this

People you meet online are usually very different in real life.
I had chatted with a person in an international chat site and he turned out to be in my school

People you meet online are usually very different in real life.
I had chatted with a person in an international chat site and he turned out to be in my school
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People you meet online are usually very different in real life.
Most, not all
More than 90% at the very least.

No words 😭.
Till now this poem is far far far more fascinating then your all other poems.
Iam in love with 😍 this poem.
If someone ask me what you understood from this poem I can even write a book on it, many deep thoughts are merged in this poem.
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No words 😭.
Till now this poem is far far far more fascinating then your all other poems.
Iam in love with 😍 this poem.
If someone ask me what you understood from this poem I can even write a book on it, many deep thoughts are merged in this poem.
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Write a book then
Sometimes, I wonder
How one physically close, can be mentally far apart?
How can our own families shun us, detest us?
Sometimes, I wonder
How one who is miles and miles away, can be so close to us in our hearts?
How can (as shocking as it comes) total strangers, whom we shouldn't trust easily, be closer than kin?
The world is queer at times
Where a person we don't know, never met face to face... Well, that person becomes our lifelong love;
A person whom we have lived with for ten years and counting, can incite our hate at a word said wrong...
Such are the intricacies of life
But one that we must accept
The world isn't flat,
It's round.
Trees aren't blue,
They're green and brown and full of color.
And we have to accept all that,
Will us, nill us...
But aren't destinies meant to be changed?
We weren't meant to be confined to what Destiny tells us to do
Tethering us to our individual fates,
By something invisible, something preset,
As kites are tethered
To our hands by thin strings that can't even be seen.
But then,
Are strings not thin,
Easy to break,
Gives away at a slightly over-eager tug?
What if we were as equally over-eager as kites are,
Would we then break free of Cruel Destiny?