Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm

Your head upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden Strom

Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new

In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you

But now it's come to distances
And both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I'm not looking for another
As I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner
Our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you
As your love stays with me
It's just the way it changes
Like the shoreline and the sea
But let's not talk of love or chains
And things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your head upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden Strom
Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you
But let's not talk of love or chains
And things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

 

Destiny

 

 

...

در فنجان قهوه ام

هر چه باشد

باشد.

My life without me

 

 

Life is so much better than you think, my love. I know because you managed to fall in love with me even though you saw, what was it, you said 10%? Five maybe? Maybe if you'd seen it all, you wouldn't have liked me. Or you would have liked me in spite of everything. I guess we'll never know...

 

This is you.

                  

Eyes closed,

out in the rain.

                  

You never thought you'd be doing

something like this.

                

You never saw yourself as,

                  

l don't know

how you'd describe it, as...

                  

like one of those people

                  

who like looking up at the moon,

                  

or who spend hours gazing at

the waves or the sunset or...

                  

l guess you know what kind of people

l'm talking about

                  

Maybe you don't

                  

Anyway, you kinda you kinda

like it being like this,

                   

fighting the cold

                  

and feeling the water seep

through your shirt

                  

and getting through to your skin.

                  

And the feel of the ground

                  

growing soft beneath your feet

                  

and the smell.

                  

And the sound of the rain

hitting the leaves.

               

All the things they talk about

in the books that you haven't read.

                  

This is you.