بغدادُ.. جئتُـكِ كالسّـفينةِ مُتعَـباً

"من قال أن الكلمات لا تفعل شيئًا؟ إنها تلمس وتُغرق وتنقد وتُدفئ، وتجعلك تطير وتتسع، وأحيانًا تلصقك في الأرض لتتمزق"

learn to let go, not everyone

understands

the efforts you put in

I remember it all too well

what a day !

You can't spell "awesome" without "me"

I don't know what living a balanced life feels like. when I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. when I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. when I am angry, I don't yell, I burn.

"أَعتقد أَنَ أَول خطوةٍ للتصالحِ مع الذات، هو أنّ يبقى الشخص ممتناً للأخطاءِ التي أوصلتهُ لمرحلة الوعي."

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car

I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes sick

It even makes me rhyme

I hate it- I hate the way you’re always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh

even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you’re not around

and the fact you didn’t call

but mostly I hate the way

I don’t hate you not even close

not even a little bit not even at all

in every star that shines

you’ll be the only one i admire