(sorry i know i'm a day late)

I imagined your cheeks a red rose
And poured my kisses so close
Poor rose it seemed to hear
My cravings to have you near
So i picked it up quickly to see
To feed the missing of you in me
And when the winds of love howled
And each lover his lover called
I regreted i picked the rose so
Perhaps it had a lover i don't know

∴ Lyna Salman

Freedom is the belief
that no one actually
has your back.

The night had spoken,
The day has shouted,
And I crave some silence.

Own nothing,
Owe nothing,
that adds upto
Everything.