what if my brush Lost her hair is in huge dispair Letting the canvas hug deserted downtimes will have no power to spare Nor to spar would you then remember That pear He shared To bat the hunger that stormed some love away But his trunk sealed down Combating the wind, whirlwind And that whirlpool that pulled the rest of that young love away and on the verge of letting go Gasping at every thrust of the thunder All the banter and blunder knocked on the door of his memory lane, he held her hand again.
He She Don’t like you Head is right But believe the heart He She Don’t like you Head is right Believe the heart He She Don’t like you Heart his right But believe the head. Riding life, Means no red light With that, Choose your greens well.
High and low, hellooo~ Here we are again for our yearly award show here at MinimallyShe!! Ladies and gentlemen, this show can’t be any good without our host, Yiiiiiena! Yes that’s me from the beginning lolshe is not appearing today because she didn’t find a talented hair dresser and so she decided not lol Let’s just remind you of this tradition we started on here last year -just for fun On the 26th of december 2019, the first award show went up and today at the exact time and date the 2nd edition is here to meet you celebrating 10 best posts of the year based on your likes!
I personally would have loved it if all of the posts got the same love but at least i know what your taste is like now 🙈 But first let me introduce you this year’s trophy! Nothing expensive but an uptdated version of last year’s trophy 😶 so~ 🙈
To those who rock it Till it floods Long dismissed the multitudes that play coy but toy Even a nearly dead breath
Blowing bubbles near sunset Just got that vroom Let it bloom Love,
Dears, sorry for not keeping up with your posts, i’m a bit busy and i don’t know how i managed to post this still, mom is sick and so i kindly ask you for your prayers 😭 also we reached 400+ followers in here a few days ago so stay tuned for the [inner special] With love, Yiena 🌸💕
Midnight, I take the brim of the mug By a fervent kiss Ferociously so i don’t miss At my reflection, i smile At memories, I grim I hug my mug Blood boiling, Ideas bowlling, Furiously i quench. I walked rainbows And dark tunnels Disappeared Cried bowled and then on my own feet I decided to heal Beyond midnight, Coffee went cold Thoughts went bolder And after years, scars flicker A new, a few I refuse to kiss you.
You look like a dream But will you scream If i stab deep pull your hair Or punch your eye? Your kind soul beams And it shackles my curiosity Don’t use your lips Please don’t sing Don’t even lullaby You only hypnotise And i can’t afford being blind
Stars visit me tonight Making sure i’m fine But today i dine on sweet sorrows And bitter tomorows On a late outing inside my four walls Tall Autumn fears Empty head, scorching tears Tension plights you looked like a dream.