To Leave.

I'd put your blood inside a necklace and wear it forever but you're not insane enough to understand :(

We speak of love with different tongues you know not the language of devotion and I I worship my beloved; mortal and decaying you feel me closest with your bare chest against mine. to me? This skin cages us from becoming one another, “I love you,”I sigh at the edge of your lips.

صدك كرنج

كرنجيين

كرنج رابط الفيك فرندز

أهين شكو شخص يحتفل وكاتل نفسه ع تراب الوطن اللي دايس عليه اصلا

ما احتفل بالعراق مو فخورة بي

i think i was born to give flowers even if it leaves my garden empty. to give more of myself than I'll ever get to offer what blooms in my chest even when the soil feels barren, even when the petals fall too soon.

I think I was born to give flowers even if it leaves my garden empty. To give more of myself than I'll ever ger. To offer what blooms in my chest even when the soil feels barren even when the petals fall too soon.

اكولكم

- الرساله ؛ سَأَغْرَقُ فِي عَيْنَيْكِ ابْتِدَاءً إِذَا أَوْحَشَتْكِ ظِلاَلُ السَّهَرُ.. وَأَقْرَأُ فِي شَفَتَيْكِ السَّلاَمَ، إِذَا خَافَ قَلْبُكِ بَطْشَ القَدَرْ! ​سَأَلْمِسُ كَفَّيْكِ حَتَّى الأَنَامِل، وَأَشْعَلُ فِيهَا حَنِينَ العُنَاق.. فَلَوْ كَانَ مَوْتِي بِعِشْقِكِ حَقًّا، لَقُلْتُ: هَنِيئًا لِهَذَا العَنَاق!

- الرساله ؛ سأبدأ من أول الخصر  إن كنت تعتقدين بأني تلعثمت, مثل التلاميذ, فوق السرير سأبدأ من قمة الصدر  إن كنت تعتقدين بأني تصرفت كالأغبياء أمام دموع المرايا وشكوى الحرير