.
And I sit there
All ear, head to feet
Dear
Listening to his footsteps
As if a Santa Clause waiting for his deer
Painting his majesty
Through defenceless eyes' pastels
Asking for aid,
O' holy hands
There, hassles
I see a purple heart
Hiding blue dropes of hopes
as if a mask was to keep my face look like mokes
Over the balcony
Amongst the trees
Saw a friendly shadow
Of my ever lasting companion, on knees
O' Thy honor sir black hat gray shadow!
Real illusion, of whom art thee?
Chasing me through the looking glass balcony
Never mind, promise, not to miss a symphony...
.
Farzaneh.Qāf

no matter
how hard
i try to forget

no matter
who i
try to love

no matter
what i
try to do

no matter
what time
it is

no matter
where my
feet are

no matter
who i
am with

no matter
what happens
in this lifetime

my heart
always belonged
to you

it never
stopped beating
for you

no matter
what you're doing,
where you are,
who you're with,
always remember
that
i
love
you
and
this
would
never
change

i love you
to the moon
and back
and
even more than
you'd ever know

and if
this lifetime
is not enough,
i'd be
more than willing
to spend
the rest of forever
with you

i love you
and that's all
that matters to me

You make me feel
all the love
that I have lost
in my lifetime.

****** into this existence
of such recurring pain
a wound that never heals
dull and aching
did i ask for this
in lifetimes i don’t remember?
and will we see each other again
will i be your angel
again
i wonder when this world will end
far after i am gone
but i yearn to be reborn
this cannot be the end
i feel lifetimes inside me
the chemical reactions in my body
remembering every past experience
but i’m forever in a stupor
when will i reach
omniscience
stuck in this existence
of which i did not ask for
that has not much to offer

When I venture beyond the
            schemes of a
            hundredth breathes.

As each one that starts a year,
           culminating in the expiration
            of woeful expirations.

No one expects within there life time
             of exhales, that each one
will permeate counts lingers  beyond 100.

Collecting exaltations, that when
            timed, they'll never pass the
  hundredth moment of our lifetime.

we were lying in my bed - legs tangled together, his head on my chest. it had been a long day but all i felt was warmth in this cold winter night and all i could think about was him. there's this boy, looking up at me, holding me tight to his body. illuminated by the night light, he looks like an angel sent to earth just for me.
and at that moment, i could see a lifetime of this. a lifetime of cuddles after a hard day. a lifetime with him.
and suddenly i wasn't scared anymore.