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" No time to die " Born to die Forced to live @borntodleBot @CouldbemeAndyou
And maybe death
is not a man in black
carrying a scythe.
Maybe it is your
mother's arms waiting
to hold you warmly.
Maybe it is your
father's voice,
filled with pride for the final time.
and maybe..
it is your lover
looking at you again
with the same love
still alive in his eyes.
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راغبًا في الهروبِ
من جسدكِ،
ولا أن أُصيّركِ أحلامي.
لا أريدُ سوى أن
أعرفَ بأنّكِ معي
أشدُ قُربًا"
we will remain
we have to remain
we can't let our love go in vain.
if you are light
and
I am dark
we will befriend the dusk
we will sit with that bruised hour
and
let it hold two bruised beings together.
"What" and "If"
are two words
as non-threatening as words can be
But put them together side-by-side
and they have the power
to haunt you for the rest of your life:
You need only the courage
to follow your heart.
but
what if our paths are different?
what
if I'm chasing the sun
and you're moving
towards the moon?
then
how will 'we' remain?
تَمنَّيتُ لَو أَنِّي قَبَرتُ مَشَاعِرِي
بِجَوفِي،وَلَم أُبدِ الَّذِي كُنتُ أَجحَدُ
وَأَنِّي وَقَد أَلْقَيتُ فِي النَّارِ خَافِقِي.
I lied.
It actually did so much
damage to me
that I will never
feel safe
in Love
Ever Again.
i have been carrying
your unfallen tears
like rain in winter
tell me
where do i return them?
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
do i attract crazy people
or
do i make them crazy ?
I'm almost never serious
and I'm always too serious
Too deep, too shallow
Too sensitive
too cold hearted.
I'm like a collection of paradoxes."
Let April be April.
Let May be May.
And let yourself just be
even in the uncertainty.
You don't have to fix everything.
You don't have solve everything.
i could try
and
explain the weight
of grief I Carry
but where would you
find the patience
to understand it
you can leave
a broken home
but
a broken home
never leaves you
they told me
to forgive you,
but forgive
what exactly ?
the man
i never had,
or the ache
i still carry
in his shape ?
Too young to hold on
and too old to break free
and run
أَعبدُكَ
لا أنتَ الذي يُجسِّدُ الربَّ
ولا ربٌّ يُجسِدكَ.
When I'm bleeding out
and instead of seeing the light
I see the beautiful brown eyes that never loved me.
When you get to the end
of your rope
tie a knot in it
and
hang on.
If it stays,it is love.
If it ends,it's a love story.
if it never begins,
it is poetry.