وفاء السّكون

And the more deeply I felt less I was able to respond

But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !

But you looked at me like

I was your whole universe.

I cried because i was

Fukl of deads stars and broken

Debris,

But you still called me

Beautiful.

Disappeared into them like someone running into the woods...

"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."

-Jane Austen

"I can't exactly describe how I feel, but it's not quite right. And it leaves me cold"

"The reason why I keep my feelings to myself, is because I can't explain them."

-Unknown

"I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself"

I want to do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees.

The old couple I saw in the bus years ago, the lady resting her head on her husband's shoulder/ Poets/ Fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee/ The Moon, and the Stars and all the unsaid confessions they'd have heard/ Characters of all my favourite romance books/ Smiling faces of my friends/ Old books with letters hidden in them (I saw one in the book my Gramps gave me)/ Soft whispers of "It'll be okay."/ My parents laughing together/ Slow dancing in kitchen at 2AM hand in hand/ Art galleries, museums- going aisle to aisle hand in hand  admiring every art work but they look at you and say "You're the best one, though."/ "I'll do it for you."/ People's eyes lighting up when they see something they like, or someone/ People praying together by laying the prayer mat horizontally (my mother did it for me yesterday, when I was making my way to take another one for me "We can pray together, I've heard the love between two people who do so increases." I guess it does)/ A Home, the one that you've never been to before but a place that still feels like so/ That time at suhoor, when my Father passed me the jug filled with the very last of his favourite shake, just because he found out it was my favourite too/ The boy whom I saw in the Namaz Room, who was praying for 'her' (I hope they get together somehow)/ My Lord/ And the way He forgives us over and over again…