”It’s hard for me to go home and be so lonely” harry styles.

I lie watching the stars, feeling lonely as ever, putting the radio on, where all I can hear is your voice..

my headphones doesn’t work that well, so I hear your voice whispering to my heart..just stop crying baby, it will be alright..have the time of your life..

I’m in the city of light, and I am not exploring the city every night.. Just waiting for a sign..

I struggling to express my feelings, while everything is crumbling in front of my eyes.. I watch in silence..

We don’t talk enough, we should open up enough..I wish you were here..

He is always in my dreams, smoothing my mind in ways that are unfathomable..

I want us to reunite in another world, for a brief moment in time..where I can say you and I became one..

You and I..

*the poem have alot of references from Harry’s music.*

My heavy heart, is too much for you..

I just keep repeating my vows, in case you haven’t heard it the first time 3 years ago. When I first opened my eyes to see the reflection of your soul in my mirror, when did this love start, when it did happen I wonder.. did I see it coming or did you see it coming, we were young and we wanted to capture the essence of the moment.

In the morning you greet me like how the sun greets the world, your love feels like a warm sunlight that I feel when basking in the sun for long, we are making memories with our feelings in that summer day.

I don’t know where my spirit would have wondered, if I haven’t talked to you that day. Would I have been the same after our conversation that summer afternoon? I often wonder how would my life would look like without you in my thoughts. I often wonder if you would come knocking on my door someday.

Your love is like basking in the warmth of the sun, it gives me the pleasure and enjoyment I seek in real world. I feel too much for alot of people around me, I always get that puzzling look and that awkward sensations when I’m expressing myself to the people around me, would that ever happens with you. I wonder..

Translating my heart has been the journey of my life, but with you.. I don’t need to translate my soul, I feel understood and seen as bright as the Night star in the sky. The guiding compass for the lost souls.

You know how to tear my attention from my surroundings, my overthinking thoughts and from this world, to another world called paradise, when you are listening, you are kind and attentive. when I’m listening I create poems for you.

”Without even knowing
You came into my heart
I think of you at night
I wait for you when morning comes”

Fall in love by Jukjae.

”My paper heart
Crumbles down
In your dark eyes
I’m often not there
So I get greedy

I can do nothing else but lean on your shadow
I see us in my empty glass
When the dawn shines on you, I’ll find my love
But I’m the only one curious about your dream
My heavy heart is
Too much for you”

Heavy Heart by RIO.

Moon Girl, where do you go in midnight? Do you hide behind your gaze, your eyes screams with desire and lust. When you try so strongly to hide your thoughts, dreams and aspirations in life you ship away a part of yourself, don’t darling, it’s not worth it for others, do it for yourself, feel the feeling and feel it ever so passionately, immerse yourself in the moment and indulge in the ever lasting, while leave the overthinking behind your door, enter with freshly new eyes and see the stars as bright as they suppose to be, you never see a star trying to dip its light in order for another star to shine brighter, that light you see shining is truly inside of you, it needs nurturing and it needs more attention from you.

”YOUNG WOMAN dressed in a stunning white and purple outfit, with an enormous feathered hat. She is 17 years old and beautiful, regal of bearing, with piercing eyes. 
It is the girl in the drawing. ROSE. She looks up at the ship, taking it in with cool appraisal.”

Titanic script

Rose felt that she is at the edge of a precipice with no one to pull her back except for Jack, she wonders around her mind finding that sole thing that brings her to tears and break her heart open with wonder, love and admiration. There it stands, the signs of time, like a movie happening in front of your eyes, a moment made out of film, with no script, only two eyes meeting each other, with no words need to be said, just a feeling of a storm happening inside of you, thinking is it the last moment that I will see him, should I take a risk and get out the train to create a connection.

The content of your heart, only you can confess of your love.

While dreaming of you seems to be fluorescent, having you is still a sweet dream to me.. the words that you described me by still ringing in my ears while it was yesterday.. the path we walked along on yesterday’s morning, still has a fresh pathway with our footsteps marked in time.

When we used to read each other’s letters on a lazy afternoon, under the sun of Rome in the 90s, the door squeaking sound with the wind blowing my hair while i’m writing your journal. That moment of time when you were young, and all that you cared about was the free time you spend in your room, which movie to watch in the evening, and what book I can read later at night. That divine moment, when your pain playing breathes in the house, entering every room, with my room next to yours, I can hear the music through the door, while lounging on the sofa, and reflecting on our time together, the beautiful sounds of the piano overwhelms the room making me feel safe and sound. I love to collect your transcriptions of music notes, they are my worldly treasures.

I can hear your music came through the door.

Tyufyakin Konstantin

The pathway to memory is accompanied by nostalgia, brightness like the midsummer sun, holding that memory in your heart, reflect you as a spirit, flying away with the wind, taking you wherever your desire. In galaxy notion, the gravity is holding us close together, while we are looking at the moon..

I shift my pillow closer to the full moon when I am with you, the day I met you was the day I saw the moon in its Full shape, where the universe calling for our spirits to reunite in holy moments. Where your hand on my hair, brushing it thoroughly and softly came as an answer of the time I was crying on my pillow. Where is it the answer of the prayers from my old soul, rejuvenated in the present moment while the moon is kissing the cheek of the roses.

كانت هي الإجابة لدعاء روحي ، وتجددت في الوقت الحاضر بينما القمر يقبل خد الورد

Amira Hassan

Cigarettes smoke from your breathe, That kiss tasted like ashes flavored our memories in 2009, while your cheeks had rosy flush on them from the cold of winter, that innocence on your eyes, darkest like night were your hair with your pursing gaze. Can I have those winter days back, when we were young and full of hope in life. Those days of glory, capture in acid film camera, held close to my heart.

Salt air*
And the rust on your door
I never needed anything more
Whispers
Of “Are you sure?”
“Never have I ever before”

But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time

August by Taylor Swift

*Salt air implies a location near a coast. Salty air in beach towns is notorious for causing metal to rust rapidly, further evidencing that this song is set in a town near the beach. source (https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-august-lyrics)

Behind the fainted smile on my face, hides dark secrets that your ears wish to hear someday…

Behind the cold facial expression, lies warmth and kindness that you wished could encounter…

The thought of giving you up scares me to death, the overwhelming silence could be suffocating to the point that I can’t sense my surroundings or the air coming from my lungs. the captivation of your eyes makes my soul surrender to its gloriousness, meanwhile, we are looking in different directions, and different generations collide in a beautiful pattern. I can share my secrets if you do the same, looking at the full moon with the light of the lamp, golden faces speaking in quietness, and sharing kids’ bedtime stories. I am the moon child you were looking for so long, that cup of coffee you’ve spilled on your hand, accentuates the wrinkles in your hand, gazing at that map at the end of the coffee cup while narrating your fortune telling.

The way to love me isn’t hard,

Just hold me tight like you are now,

We don’t know what will happen to us later

We can be more in love together

Only then by Roy Kim

” While dreaming of you, seems to be fluorescent, having you is still a sweet dream, to me..”

We were soulmates, we are still the same, the fact that you still think back to those memories makes me wonder how would you feel to be actually back in that twilight meadow. I wish you well, I am aware of the differences that the two of us are holding, two universes colliding while wondering what if the world was one. I wish you health, the more the distance changes, and the more you are chasing the dream, the more we become closer. This generation gap seems to be a window to our souls, will you read me a book before the night sleeps, will you tell me a folklore story about the burning stars lighting our skies?

It’s like the story that Diane lane tells Richard Gere about captain Teach, that burning light in the sky symbolizes his triumph. That relationship surpasses time, that connection last centuries and hold so much beautiful meaning, when you think ”where have you been all my life” that moment of realization comes into fruition , the fortune teller looked at our hands and saw destiny, surrounded with many obstacles. the morning haze in the meadow eventually will clear to become a map for our consciousness which will guide us always back to each other.

The constellation that I have named after you.

I would love to see you again, sitting on the ground of my Persian carpet. When you called I had a flashback of your last visit to my city, it was memorable day, collecting sea shells on the beach, walking along the coast, holding hands barefoot. Collecting souvenirs is my hobby, while you recall the past.

Fascinated by your patience, with your laughter and giggles that resonates in the room. Talking quietly on the hallway of the hotel. the Air is filled with smoke, and sandalwood smell capturing the hazy moment, like it was written in a movie script, sitting on the corner witnessing young people passing by me while reading your notes. I remember when you stuttered while calling my name, It’s all I think about nowadays. Your kindness warmed my cold heart, the consistency of your sweetness remembered me of my past, your assurance healed my wounds, the scares that left me numb healed away.

The collection of your memories, lasts in my tapestry.

More than all the things that I have seen
You will always be part of my tapestry
More than all the places I’ve been
You will always be part of my tapestry

Tapestry by Bruno Major