Just look at me for once,just once , maybe you'll see yourself in these brown orbs and perhaps fall, just look at me once.
"Even the moon cried for him to stay with me,but he left."
(lovers don't exist/siyah)
In the evening,I heard you listening to music,it was hollywood. Cool music and you enjoyed it without me. I was alone in the next room,and you enjoyed the music and smoking a cigarette.You looked happier and in PEACE.
I think, peace was missing in us.
I'll write him in thousand different ways until my ink bleeds.
Different ways of loving-siyah.
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."
-Michel de Montaigne
How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?
How hollow is your heart? Without your anguish, anger and melancholy.
*refuses to look at texts* I love conversation and communication
William Shakespeare, from ‘Macbeth’
“how many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”
— 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘧