~~
This is called a bed, a bier
All the faces who have
gathered in the windows have blurred
The lens is worn around
Still, I am going away from
the bottomless star

They have moved away from road
Sounds become smaller sighs
Anymore I do not see,
The yesterday's busiest bird
Alone in the silence,
The haze pine forest standing  

It is a pleasure to wait for the bird
while close the eyes,
Springtime in the gray forest
My hand in her hand,
In the late afternoon's soft light
Strong wet black hair smell

All that is going
To move away from my sight
Pull together in the dark
The childhood, her hand, the drunk smell
Covered with a black screen

I'm going up from the CoT
Are mixed in the air,
moving clouds, rafting
unfamiliar tunes of fair, anywhere
At Times, Unseasoned, without any reason!
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I asked you to be
always honest with me,
to never tell me things
you don't mean.

I guess it took me
too long to realize
you stopped saying "I love you".

We fell back asleep,
tangled up in each other.
I found calm in you.

Some people
are born with
tornados in their lives, 

but
constellations in their eyes. 


Other people
are born with
stars at their feet, 

but
their souls are lost at sea.

we're the kind of stars
they wouldn't dare wish on