Remember when?

Remember, when;

You were planning to watch your favourite show and called it off,

Because you wanted to comfort them, when they told you they were worried?

 

You felt sleepy after ages and you decided to stay awake,

Because you wanted to listen to their rant, when they hit you up at 3 AM?

 

You were actually enjoying a family gathering and you ditched it,

Because you wanted to help them, when they were down?

 

You finally decided to study for the big test and put it off,

Because you wanted to be there for them, when they told you they had some family issues?

 

 

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And remember, when;

You couldn’t sleep and decided to ask them if they were up,

And they replied that they were sleepy?

 

 

You spent the entire day in bed, waiting for their text to talk about your depression,

And they just told you they were a bit busy?

 

 

You were not feeling good and you wanted them to just be there for you,

And they told you they were having a bad day?

 

 

Storm

Time changes everything; it’s known to heal the wounds, but, sometimes, it gives the greatest pain.

The smooth waves change into a tsunami; they rip your dreams apart, and dim that sparkling hope.

But, there is always a calm after the storm, it’s like the light at the end of the tunnel, and a hand to a drowning man.

You have to become your own hero, put together the torn pieces, and walk on those shattered dreams.

You have to be your own anchor, risk it to dream again, and hold your head high. tumblr_n851xisUlt1rti241o1_500.jpg