The goal is not
To write as your most exaggerated self
No
The goal is to write the least like yourself
And the most like the feeling
Which you now know

Now
I
Can
Know...
Openly...

What it was you felt when that final day came
Now I can admit that I have experienced the same

I think I can cry now
I think it's too heavy
To keep it alone
All to myself

Been thinking
To who should I tell
Do you wanna listen
Do you even have the time to

I love me
But at the same time
Why do I always
Make me cry

Please don't hate yourself
It's okay to cry
It's not your fault
It's no one's fault

Smelling you right now ...

i'm diving ...
so deep inside you...
a crazy lust woke up me now ...
it's a desires  ...
because of your smell...
which it takes me ...
there to you ...

miss to that smell ...
your sweet smell ...
that never ever ...
to forget that smell ...
and to hugs of you ...
to a riot of arms ...
until we get lost now ...
Breathless ...
diving ...
With each other ...
through our longing's seas ...
asking for nothing ...
only we beg for love ...

Yes darling ..
I miss you ...
miss your breath...
and it's smell ...
here I am living you ...
with all crazy desires ...
with every morning ...
since i start my first coffee's sip ...
to start smelling you ...

will you please ...
feel me ...
image me ...
just to smell me ...
as your smell...
got me madly ...
so crazy to you ...

good morning ...

hazem