Naman Verma:
Art is pain and pain is the art in which we find ourselves. -r.m. drake
Naman Verma:
"Art is never finished, only abandoned."
Naman Verma:
“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.”
Naman Verma:
His soul burst like fireworks shattering the darkness and colored the sky.
Naman Verma:
I am nothing more than a handful of fingers, scraping the pavement, hoping to pick up all the pieces of you he told you would never be good.
Naman Verma:
There is a candle in your heart,ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
Naman Verma:
Expose the depths into which your demons are growing inside of you; before they convince you not to love yourself.
Naman Verma:
We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still.
Naman Verma:
I have a million crumbled love letters, in my throat right now. It feels like I am choking on broken promises. -dhas
Naman Verma:
The only thing we need right now is one another and a tomorrow to exhaust together.
Naman Verma:
It was their moment of eternity when he was hit by the arrow kissed by her.
Naman Verma:
There is no time or years only different dimensions.
Naman Verma:
"Don't settle for a spark. Wait for the wildfire."
Naman Verma:
Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.
Naman Verma:
She colored her thoughts with only the brightest of hues.
Naman Verma:
Quod Me Nutrit, Me Destruit
Naman Verma:
You've been around for 2 years, and my life has been enriched by your presence. Turning two tomorrow <3
Naman Verma:
I tried to drown my sorrow in tequila, but that damned thing can swim.
Naman Verma:
For truely we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.
Naman Verma:
You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.
Naman Verma:
“Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.”
Naman Verma:
Breathing in snowflakes
Naman Verma:
She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts.
Naman Verma:
“Let her sleep For when she wakes, She will move mountains.”
Naman Verma:
Sun loved the Moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe.
Naman Verma:
There was a storm brewing inside him.
Naman Verma:
One of the hardest lessons in life to learn is figuring out which bridges to cross and which to burn.
Naman Verma:
And He sat down to taste His Remorse.
Naman Verma:
Cause you're a sky full of stars.
