• areeb_storyteller 10w

    Where the meteorite settles down.
    The lava turns into fireflies.
    On the outskirts of oblivion.
    Where horizon curves into a new slope.
    We will meet there .
    With our soul intertwinged, fused into a multitude of spectrum.
    And while the stars flicker as they fall off the constellation.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    As the whimsical symphony of the natures flute makes the wind twirl.
    and the fire consumes the mortal.
    Where the cellars of the orthodox collapse.
    We will meet there.
    We will breathe into each other, heart beats catching each other like ripples of water when we throw a stone into puddles.
    With our naked bodies dressed with propotionate scars and selfless affection.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    Where the sea rufuses to fold its sleeves and the waves continue to kiss the bare sea shore.
    Where the faith sets aflame each rebellion.
    We will meet there.
    In the last tears that glides against the briused cheeks.
    With shattered dreams in our radiant eyes.
    We will confine our liberation and rise.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When the words slutter as they hang on the unceasing sky of our unrequited love.
    When the poems no longer cause us to orgasm.
    Where the cries grow shrill and the night grows hollow.
    We will meet there.
    With our bloodied lips we will kiss, stuck to each other.
    Like moth to a flame.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When it rains ashes and the tombstones of miseries starts to linger in our dream.
    Where the the boulevard is reigned by the phoniex of sorrow.
    Beneathe the bridges that we binded with the brief nods of denial.
    We will meet there.
    Stab each other till we fade.
    Worshipping till the blood seeks its way out of the unholy body.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When the secrets starts to whisper , as the day shoulders the lazy sunset.
    When the catterpilers die before being the butterflies in our stomach.
    Where the haze distraughts our gazes.
    We will meet there.
    With our deaths on the hold.
    We will fold our graves into our own bodies , bringing them back home.
    We will fall in love all over again.

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    Where the meteorite settles down.
    The lava turns into fireflies.
    On the outskirts of oblivion.
    Where horizon curves into a new slope.
    We will meet there .
    With our soul intertwinged, fused into a multitude of spectrum.
    And while the stars flicker as they fall off the constellation.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    As the whimsical symphony of the natures flute makes the wind twirl.
    and the fire consumes the mortal.
    Where the cellars of the orthodox collapse.
    We will meet there.
    We will breathe into each other, heart beats catching each other like ripples of water when we throw a stone into puddles.
    With our naked bodies dressed with propotionate scars and selfless affection.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    Where the sea rufuses to fold its sleeves and the waves continue to kiss the bare sea shore.
    Where the faith sets aflame each rebellion.
    We will meet there.
    In the last tears that glides against the briused cheeks.
    With shattered dreams in our radiant eyes.
    We will confine our liberation and rise.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When the words slutter as they hang on the unceasing sky of our unrequited love.
    When the poems no longer cause us to orgasm.
    Where the cries grow shrill and the night grows hollow.
    We will meet there.
    With our bloodied lips we will kiss, stuck to each other.
    Like moth to a flame.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When it rains ashes and the tombstones of miseries starts to linger in our dream.
    Where the the boulevard is reigned by the phoniex of sorrow.
    Beneathe the bridges that we binded with the brief nods of denial.
    We will meet there.
    Stab each other till we fade.
    Worshipping till the blood seeks its way out of the unholy body.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    When the secrets starts to whisper , as the day shoulders the lazy sunset.
    When the catterpilers die before being the butterflies in our stomach.
    Where the haze distraughts our gazes.
    We will meet there.
    With our deaths on the hold.
    We will fold our graves into our own bodies , bringing them back home.
    We will fall in love all over again.

    ©areeb_storyteller