And why would i love thee?

And why  would i love

you?  why  would i love

the  brown,  brown eyes

that  i find  myself forever

gazing  into,  or  the flowing

hair, cascades, tumbling over

your shoulders? why would i love

you, your gentle walk, the sway of

your body to the rhythm of our hearts

beating intertwined? why would i love your

smile, o! your beautiful smile, shining a light into

the emptiness of the void left in your absence. why

would i love the way that no matter where you are, far,

near, you can always bring me happiness? why would i love

you when it hurts so much to lose you?

i don't know. 

I Think I'm Going to Miss You.

It kinda hits you when you meet someone amazing,

someone funny, someone nice, someone pretty-

someone who can always make you smile.

It hits you more when they leave;

It didn't quite ring a bell until today,

because it may have just been the

last time i see you in person.

I didn't really have a chance to say goodbye today...

maybe that's for the better.

Saying goodbye would be kind of like giving up,

giving in, saying that things were done, that

we're never going to meet again, and that was it-

like hitting the lights and walking out of that room.

But, thing is, I don't want to say goodbye.

I want to be able to say that I will see you

again sometime, that you'll come back, or

I, we, any of your friends really, will come nearer

to you in some way or another.

Saying goodbye would be like throwing that away.

You're a great friend, the best a guy could ask for.

I'm going to miss you, a lot. Maybe I'll get the honor

of seeing you again one day. Until then,

Love and Persian-ness,

Best Wishes,

Arian Moharari

She is.

I think she is beautiful
اعتقد انها جميلة.
我觉得她很漂亮。
Ik denk dat ze mooi is.
je crois qu'elle est belle.
ich denke, dass sie schön ist.
penso che lei è bella.
난 그녀가 아름다운라고 생각합니다.
я думаю, что она прекрасноя.
pienso que ella es hermosa.
yes, i think she is beautiful.

...Burn It Down

Rapist on the Run,
lost authorities in Forest-
No hope?
Burn it down.

Needle in the Haystack,
Life on the line-
No chance?
Burn it down.

Stolen Heart Inside House;
held by cheating Bitch-
No keys?

Cinquain 1

I Am 
Apathetic:
Maybe just pathetic;
Not sure.

heart song

Love is no piece of art:
   No meticulously formed painting
     Nor enchanting love song.

love is the blend of the brush and the paint

the smudging and smearing in the pallete

the red turning black 
and the blue burning orange

splattering the apron

staining the ground

surrealy leaving its presence on everything it touches


love is the keys on the piano 

s    ha   tte   
                 ri    n      g

knots tied into the strings of the orchestra

forming a mass of white and black

 brass and phosphor bronze

A solid mass of wood
      Ivory
           metal

spewing every single note of a beautiful symphony 
simultaneously

resonating within the very essence of your being,

chaos shaking the foundations of what you may call a heart.

please don't forget me

think of me as a song
please don't try to remember me
but whenever i am played
just hum along.

think of me as an umbrella
perpetually useless
but keep me around
because when the clouds are dark
i will help.

think of me as your handwriting
dont try to improve me
but when the words come
just go with the flow.

think of me as a passing thought
a thought that only lasts a second
but brings a smile to your face

if only for an instant.

week love.

if i were a day i think i'd fit into tomorow;
the way i'm always one day late
has left me wondering whether i'm all alone here,
or maybe just dancing  with fate.

and i imagine you would be yesterday;
your always dwelling in the past.
but im not sure if it really matters at all;
the distance between us isnt exactly vast.

and i well i guess we could be together
i can assure you that there's a way
maybe we could meet somwhere in the middle,
and make our own little today?

Your Skin

glows like the polished pear--

blossoms beauty as the daisy

in the purest bitterness of spring (autumn, summer, winter)

My heart follows,stalks,creeps,upon your violin voice,

and

L       E       A      P       S

like a felinetigerlionpussycatlynx

at the

    whisper

                  of your name?

your name…

my name?

no,her name.

The evening floats

in on a great robin wing.

NO it’s an eagle!

…maybe a griffin.

Yes a griffin, that sounds quite

write/right/WrightBROS>/rite.
I am comforted

calmed

appeased

happy

worried?

Over(JOY)ed!

By,                                                                             your dress             that I carry

 

Into    the    darkness      of      a      blazing         sun,     hidden       beneath                                      love(beams).

and held tight with my eyes, my eyes, your eyes, my eyes.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears

of liquid nitrogen, as I provide (GIMME)shelter from the cold of

LoNeLy!
In the quiet, I listen for the last sigh of the day.

it reminds me of your heart.

As your beautiful eyes fall to your shoes, your shoes, my shoes, your shoes,
My heated heart (whyheart?) leaps to my throat,

I wait in the moonlight for our secret rendezvous

so that we may fly as one, arm in arm, hand in hand,

in search of the                                               magnificent blue, the

mystical hue, the

benevolent you

of love. (your love, my love, our love, Goodbye?)

To my valentine.

I give you Something of mine.

I see its crimson red, 
While it remains precariously 
Within my grasp.

You see me hand it to you,
Letting you feel the gentle 
curves And smooth skin.

I see you smile,
Laughing at some 
unheard joke.

You see yourself, deep within,
Yet at the same time-
Me. 

I see you reach behind,
Hands rattling on the table,
And grasp in your hand a knife.

You see a steel knife,
Laying in your hand,
Glistening.

I see you hesitate
While you take the knife
And plunge it downward.

You see me squirm
While your hands become wet
With cool liquid.

We both take a bite
out of our halves
of an apple.

Looking Into Your Eyes

The feeling is a wa
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                                                             Bottom of
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