The wound is one of the most difficult things that a person is exposed to, and then he cannot control himself from extreme sadness, and here to you in my article, this is a talk about the wound.
Speech in the wound
- We do not separate, and you say where are you and where are you? Say a thousand no to those who say: forget him.
- It is sweet to hope that you fold after distances, and despair every day brings me closer.
- God has written that we will separate after that Friday, and I am satisfied with the ruling of the guardian.
- I lived hope like the moon on the night of a full moon eclipse, it vanished after what was perfect.
- The world of love is trampled with dust, and the heart of what is loyal to his brother is trampled.
- The story of our humiliation ended, neither sideburns nor words. Even on the day of farewell, we contented ourselves with peace.
- What's wrong with you, but at this time, I need you in the death of your love. I refuse to come and console me.
- That's it, I leave your love. Enough of what I learned is enough to steal the smile from my eyes and lips.
- I buried love in my heart, shrouding it, forgetting the memory of the past, and burning all my files.
- Forget a moment in which you spoke, I believed it, I feel that you are the bliss of my life, but you were my tragedy.
- Treachery I don't want you, and I don't want to see you, my heart has repented of treacherous love.
- They taught you cruelty, and you are naturally affectionate, how you hurt my tears while you are.
- Your arrow reached my heart and changed my condition. I wish you looked at my condition before throwing it.
- The mask toppled and fell from the eye of your mind, what would benefit you, I wish, and excuses.
- He who turns away from me, by God, I will not please him.
- Everything you want I settled while your heart is in my arms to die, O human beings, what do you want more than what I settled?
- The sweetness of the world is from the sweetness of your soul, why do you give me water, O my bitter life, while I live on your soul?
- I thought that with your eyes you would buy me at the cheapest price and sell me quickly.
- She said the spirit of time forgets you. I said how can I forget when you are the one who wounded my heart attached to you.
- I thought you over all human beings, I didn't realize that expensive is cheap to you, O light of my eyes.
- When you divide and share, where are you when you said that our separation is something imaginary?
- Every wound is better than a normal excuse, and every mistake is accepted today.
- If you like it, stay with it, keep it with you, and preach a friendship like yours and more.
- Take your picture, take the remnants of your remaining love, take whatever you want. My heart died in you.
- O seekers of closeness, my heart has forgotten you. My heart can no longer bear your closeness one day.
- May God reward you with a good wound that you renewed. After I was healed, you renewed my wounds.
- If you knew that your best friend had died before you revealed to him your great secret that no one else can keep.
- If you lose sight of a day and a night and do not find someone to lean on while walking.
- If your kindness becomes a stable for the exploiters.
- I sinned and sinned and sinned and sinned the day I was deceived by your kindness and the evidence.
- I no longer love you or see you. I forgot you and ask you to forget me.
- Today, your destiny is not worth the footsteps. Your love in my heart died and announced his departure.
- You lost me from your hands, and I am the one who is crazy about you. What a loss of my love for you. I lost my dreams with your hands.
- Why is passion planted with thorns? Why is the end in love dismal?
- I write your betrayal without it in my notebook of poems and say I hate you first and next.
- A dagger and I felt it between my ribs, neither was it the one who slaughtered me, nor was it the one I strengthened.
- You wouldn't beat me if love prevailed from your presence because my heart humiliated it.
- If I knew that I am the source of your torment, by God, you would not be happy when my eyes saw you.
- Who taught you that treachery is a second wound that can arrange within you the ecstasy of death.
- Why do you oppress me and hurt me with the knife of speech, why do you throw me with an eye and an eye in you in love.
- Where does the road lead us to scattered remains, or to a stifled cry and an unknown journey?
- These memories almost kill us, there is no escape from the shore of memories; Where we traveled distances and distances to reach him.
- How painful it is that I need you and not find you, that I long to talk to you, and that I love you and not be with you.
- Unfortunately, your love that you claim is your self-love, and whoever loves oneself is not devoted to others.
- Go on a penguin, and I'm on a penguin. Leave me on my old wound, for patience, the last salvation.
- Get out of your head. I come to you and apologize and beg you. I can't believe. Go away. How do you want me to come to you?
- My Lord, remove from my heart those things that hurt me, for I have been disappointed in a lot, and my thought of you is not disappointed.
- How painful it is to try to stand up again, and a powerful thing called despair pulls you down
- I say, Madam, my love does not penetrate into the depths, and it does not benefit you from my sacrifices.
- Oh, who forgot love like you, it is easy to forget, my wound is easy, nor the humiliation of my submission
- Oh, the one I adore you and stirred up treachery and pain in your love, as much as my heart was buying, as much as your heart was unjust.
- Sincere friendliness, welcome to him. We can bear his torment. As for those who sold and forgot our money, even its mirage.
- My heart bleeds from your separation, and my eyes bleed after you.
- One day they will realize that I am like death that will not be repeated in their lives again.
- Our graves are being built, and we did not repent. I wish we had repented before it was built
- How do you feel about concealing people's mistakes and missteps out of loyalty to them, and hearing the next day that these secrets were published as mistakes about you?
- Your feeling when you talk and talk and see people looking at you is not listening, but rather trolling your moral defects.
- Help me, O life, I am losing my soul. You know that my soul smells like despair. Despair pervades me.
- I squeeze the bitter out of my eyes, here was his sitting, this is his cup of coffee, his cigarette is in my arms, I smell the fragrant of his scattered breath, I catch the folds of his deserted face, I follow his forgotten steps, his speeches are still stuck in my mind, my ears embrace his whispers, my winds embrace his sails, I feel his rosy features I wish I could return with a forgotten and erased memory, and not mention those fragrant flowers.
- I am not a bridge to pass and go, I would not accept insulting the soul if I was precious.
- Fingerprint on the ten You do not have a feeling on the day of the feeling that my heart forgot.
- I loved you, and you left me with your anger, and you sold me who among us is the oppressor, and who among us is the oppressed.
- I put you on my head and made you angry with my family and people, you left me and you could not feel me.
- Are you still waiting for my stares Are you still picking up my papers Do you want to reap my longings Go now for you have tired me and my memories have exhausted me.
- Days bring us together and dreams take us, we fly in the space of the universe, soar between the folds of the clouds, we laugh and have fun, love and adore, and dreams take us.
- We meet people we do not know, and we live with them the sweetest and most beautiful days of our lives. We walk with them on one path, treading on it with our feet the most beautiful secrets in our lives.
- Here we begin to collect our tears on the trail of that road, console ourselves with ourselves until we get bored, and there is no trick at all, for we are in a world where every day is joy that goes by as if it were a big dream that we live for long hours, and it is in fact just seconds, and how many seconds have passed in our lives without to feel its sweetness
- Who do we blame, do we blame the days, or do we blame ourselves, and what has become useful to blame, but we remain in the hope that those we loved and lived with will remember us, so we do not want from them anything but memories, and even this wish remains just dreams.
- I complain about what is in my hands, I complain about the sight of my eyes, I complain about that flute, I complain about a wound that follows me between my times, covering my days with thorny roses.
- And words take us, until the dawn of a new day, to pack our luggage and fly again, and dreams take us until we wake up to a bitter reality, to open our eyes as if we are in a new world, as if what we lived were just dreams.
- Today I am among you, and tomorrow I may leave you, so if I stay, do not leave me, and if I leave, do not forget me, and if I am absent (if you remember me), pray for me, for I may be in dire need of your prayers, and if I have sinned against you, forgive me, so that I may enrich the most beloved of you in God.
- Our names, the remnants of our breath, and the flocks of birds that land and fly, all of these are memories that generate grief and fire in the heart and soul, and in our wounded silence and our fingers that engraved on the stones our names and our poems that we sang together and our bags that carried our secrets, and our words that come out of the heart, and our path that we discovered together
