Unfiltered Truth
I’m not here to spin perfect lines,
Not here to dress love up in roses and vines.
It’s raw, uncut, a playlist on repeat,
Like city lights tangled in midnight streets.
You walk in, sneakers and wild hair,
A breath of truth in this crowded, hazy air.
You’re not a porcelain dream or a faded cliché,
You’re beauty in the wildest, truest way.
It’s how you laugh, messy and loud,
Or how your dreams crash into clouds.
No filters, no edits, just you and me,
Two souls tangled like graffiti on concrete.
Your heart’s a map, every scar a route,
Beauty in the real, in what life’s all about.
We’re not picture-perfect, not polished, not posed,
We’re poetry in moments nobody knows.
So here’s my truth, stripped down, unrefined:
I want your chaos, your love intertwined.
No perfect scripts, no cinematic end,
Just the truth of us, lovers and friends.
Md Nasim Akhtar shamsi
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