harmony
i write poems to the moon
you sing to the stars
and it matters so much
especially when we're miles apart
i hold the starry night around my neck
you see it in real life
our harmony must make
such a wonderful sight
i hold my cousins close
you smile at every child you see
so let's watch our children grow
under our garden's tree
i think coffee is a waste
you say it's too bitter
let's drink our cocoa, my angel
and make life sweeter
i write poetry to piano keys
you dream to flute's gentle blows
the whole orchestra to ourselves
so let's meet in contrabass lows
angel, apart and close
are we an eternal dichotomy?
but maybe in another life we are
in perfect harmony
~astraeye
“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. June 1933
blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
you’re looking at me like you don’t know who i am
And he'll return to me, aching to be hold, aching to be loved.
(excerpts from the long lost lover)/siyah
Will I ever forgive myself for being pathetic in love? For being sick and sad all the time.
- hopeless romanticism ( 100 quotes from the breakup)
remember when you were a child and you thought the moon was following you in the car…gud times
wind in my hair, i was there
"How many times did I die without noticing?"
~Mahmoud Darwish
“People sometimes think of themselves as a picture that matches / an invented longing:”
— Mary Jo Bang, “The Earthquake She Slept Through” from The Last Two Seconds (via smokefalls)
"Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it."
"Even the moon cried for him to stay with me,but he left."
(lovers don't exist/siyah)