Your Eyes Play With My Mind, Like Your Fingers On A Guitar Strings. It Creates A Blooming Symphony, And
Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.
Anneshwa Paul
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You told me to stop loving you but I couldn't, instead you stopped, and yet i couldn't.
Anneshwa Paul
“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”
— Ryn Weaver
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”
Touch you, and touch you and feel you, and feel you from far, touch you from far, breathe you from far and bathe in you from far. I cannot get closer, you intimidate me, you scare me, the blazing fire in your eyes petrifies me.
-Anneshwa 💛
Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “The Loop"
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im on tumblr bc im a romantic this energy doesnt exist on any other platform
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