#MelancholyAndMagic

[senlair]

Heart shaped concrete

If words had power, buildings that never fall would have been built...

My words and thoughts have left no impact at all, but they have deeply wounded me.

If love had an impact, everything I never desired would have disappeared.

If I flew away today and traveled to all corners of the world,would any wind blow to remind the earth that I once stood on it?Do I own it?

Would the movement of the clouds toward your window, blocking your view, affect how your day goes?

All the buildings in my country are old and worn out; I've lived in them for twenty-two years.

Yet every word I spoke held a lofty meaning.

A weak earthquake can kill me and bring down the building.

What your love did to me is sinful and unjust.

I cannot hate you, love you, or forget you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I don't know why my winds blew in your direction.

You are an old, worn-out building, not even from my city,but you brightened my eyes that were not yet withered, though they are now.

I love the smell of jasmine in the early morning.

I love the smell of coffee and wet earth; I love every beautiful scent,but I hate the beautiful smells that remind me of you.

I hate your scent a lot, your scent is like the stench of the sea,like the smell of freshly baked bread,and the scent of reckless teenagers, as if you were all of this...When I first fell for you,Are you today a man I can rely on?Are you the same person I loved ?I don't really know because it's been six months since I last spoke to you...

I know you change a lot as the weather around you changes.

You heat up with the heat and cool down with the cold,but sometimes you are all the seasons at once...Your scent is the scent of my old perfume, and your looks are filled with disappointment.

I miss you most of the time,miss the you who made an effort to speak my language...

Then everything ended.

Now I only hear your loud voice as i write on my wet papers...and I get chills every time, feel discomfort,then feel love a few seconds later...

What did I do to love someone so far from me, yet so close to my heart like the soul and heartbeat...

Even when I stand before you and feel your anxiety,you are always above me and always avoid me.

You make me feel terrible for loving you,and also pour your anger on me for loving me...As if I'm the only one to blame that this happened

.But the truth is, no one is to blame; if you want to blame someone,blame the hearts.Or blame the Lord of hearts.

I left your matter to the Lord of your heart...If the Lord of hearts wants me to love you, I accept that; hate yourself for it or love it.

I love myself, whether I love you or not.

This is my fate in life,my soul has been roasted as it loves you,and I think I'm just a toy to you.

I want to see you all the time in front of me, I feel a strange euphoria when you are around me.

I love to see you do what you do even when I'm far from you and not involved in it.

My illness might be completely healed by your calmness.

I love to see you write,I love to see you speak or talk passionately...

If your worn-out building fell and the stench of the sea disappeared,if the teenagers ate all the freshly baked bread,I think I wouldn't stop loving seeing you around me.

I remember when you told me your life is empty without me; my life isn't mine without you.

My share of peace in this life is you...Your smile is my sunshine on a Friday morning.

The sparkle in your eyes is the anxiety that has become my only proof of existence.

The shine of your hair is my loud laughter, and your arrogant personality are the pillars of the buildings I built.

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Going for work. Location : a small village called shahpura in rajasthan