New small town girl Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

FAIZ 『A』LAM

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

💗Eater of sorrow it gives the wealth that you not even borrowed, when your love is true it glitters the tomorrow the healer of burns the beauty which enrapture the ferns You know how worthy is the love when you've really loved someone it can be a mother or dear brother an angel like sister or anyone you love better than others Type of relation doesn't define the boundaries of love loving someone or to be loved by someone is not bread and butter 💗 #Love #importance #true_love #nojotoenglish #nojoto #emotions #romantic #imagination Ruchika small town girl G_S_R pallavi srivastava So

💗Eater of sorrow it gives the wealth that you not even borrowed, when your love is true it glitters the tomorrow the healer of burns the beauty which enrapture the ferns You know how worthy is the love when you've really loved someone it can be a mother or dear brother an angel like sister or anyone you love better than others Type of relation doesn't define the boundaries of love loving someone or to be loved by someone is not bread and butter 💗 #Love #importance #true_love #nojotoenglish #nojoto #emotions #romantic #imagination Ruchika small town girl G_S_R pallavi srivastava So

Dr. Naveen Parihar

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

Silence यह ज़िंदगी है मशक्कत की , यहाँ कोई अपना भी प्यारा नही मिलता , खुश नसीब ही हो अगर तो सम्हाल कर रखो प्यार को क्यूकी यहाँ खोया कभी दोबारा नही मिलता...! #a small town girl..... Follow more such stories by Saleha ashfaq https://nojoto.com/post/0659ad863362838879b04658af09ef08/ Via Nojoto D

Silence यह ज़िंदगी है मशक्कत की , यहाँ कोई अपना भी प्यारा नही मिलता , खुश नसीब ही हो अगर तो सम्हाल कर रखो प्यार को क्यूकी यहाँ खोया कभी दोबारा नही मिलता...! #a small town girl..... Follow more such stories by Saleha ashfaq https://nojoto.com/post/0659ad863362838879b04658af09ef08/ Via Nojoto D

Dark Buddha

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood her. Few cared to listen. Few gave her their mind. She was like Just another small town girl with a few problems and a broken bike was one of them. This life was the shunpike Not the highway she was gonna go. She saw the fear In their bones and their tears. And the big metal chains that caged their souls and clipped their wings. She took that pen. Wrote their pain. She didn't know whom did she write to. She didn't care. For once in her life , everyone listened. Everyone found their voice in her. Understood the noise , saw the picture, Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. She still had that mouth. Spoke to a few people. But she was someone else now. The broken bike wasn't her problem anymore ; the broken backs were. She was a poet. She spoke every word. Dedicated to all female poets. ׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆ She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood h

She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood her. Few cared to listen. Few gave her their mind. She was like Just another small town girl with a few problems and a broken bike was one of them. This life was the shunpike Not the highway she was gonna go. She saw the fear In their bones and their tears. And the big metal chains that caged their souls and clipped their wings. She took that pen. Wrote their pain. She didn't know whom did she write to. She didn't care. For once in her life , everyone listened. Everyone found their voice in her. Understood the noise , saw the picture, Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. She still had that mouth. Spoke to a few people. But she was someone else now. The broken bike wasn't her problem anymore ; the broken backs were. She was a poet. She spoke every word. Dedicated to all female poets. ׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆ She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood h

Priyabrata Das

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood her. Few cared to listen. Few gave her their mind. She was like Just another small town girl with a few problems and a broken bike was one of them. This life was the shunpike Not the highway she was gonna go. She saw the fear In their bones and their tears. And the big metal chains that caged their souls and clipped their wings. She took that pen. Wrote their pain. She didn't know whom did she write to. She didn't care. For once in her life , everyone listened. Everyone found their voice in her. Understood the noise , saw the picture, Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. She still had that mouth. Spoke to a few people. But she was someone else now. The broken bike wasn't her problem anymore ; the broken backs were. She was a poet. She spoke every word. Dedicated to all female poets. ׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆ She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood h

She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood her. Few cared to listen. Few gave her their mind. She was like Just another small town girl with a few problems and a broken bike was one of them. This life was the shunpike Not the highway she was gonna go. She saw the fear In their bones and their tears. And the big metal chains that caged their souls and clipped their wings. She took that pen. Wrote their pain. She didn't know whom did she write to. She didn't care. For once in her life , everyone listened. Everyone found their voice in her. Understood the noise , saw the picture, Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. She still had that mouth. Spoke to a few people. But she was someone else now. The broken bike wasn't her problem anymore ; the broken backs were. She was a poet. She spoke every word. Dedicated to all female poets. ׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆׶∆ She had a mouth. Spoke a few words. To a few people in her life. Few understood h

Schizology

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

Small town It's a small town Yet he seldom gets around Going out brings him down All he does is frown This is what he has found Hearing distant sounds His head begins to pound The noise he'd like to drown It's on him like a hound It's not long, before he's homebound ©Schizology Small town #Smalltown #poem #Home

Small town It's a small town Yet he seldom gets around Going out brings him down All he does is frown This is what he has found Hearing distant sounds His head begins to pound The noise he'd like to drown It's on him like a hound It's not long, before he's homebound ©Schizology Small town #Smalltown #poem #Home

Schizology

+ Follow

Related StoriesReport Abuse Copy Text

Small town It's a small town Yet he seldom gets around Going out brings him down All he does is frown This is what he has found Hearing distant sounds His head begins to pound The noise he'd like to drown It's on him like a hound It's not long, Before he's homebound ©Schizology Small town #town #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Thoughts

Small town It's a small town Yet he seldom gets around Going out brings him down All he does is frown This is what he has found Hearing distant sounds His head begins to pound The noise he'd like to drown It's on him like a hound It's not long, Before he's homebound ©Schizology Small town #town #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Thoughts