You love me, despite my faults
But is it really love?
When you know they are ‘flaws’
To know I am something to mend.
To believe if you correct me enough
Someday, I might become the idea.
The idea of a possible me.
A possible me, you could love.
When you look at me,
What do you see?
What do you think?
Do you see a list of things to fix,
List of things ‘not-right’.
I see you waiting for somebody
Who is not me.
It makes me wonder,
Did you ever love me?
I may be wrong,
absolutely wrong.
But with these harsh words
And impatient sighs.
Can you ever prove me otherwise.
You love me, despite my flaws.
But is it really love??
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Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 25. Just a crazy girl who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I like to talk about everything...mostly..every conversation of mine turns into a monologue....
So I decided I should start writing a blog..rather than chat....
I'm very much passionate about music, psychology and literature....
Moderate interest in science.....
I always want to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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