I miss you bitter

You work, time companion, that time has turned us into atoms of air, we see our left hand tied to a clock empty of hands, there is no trace of any years we spent while we remember our nostalgia for the homeland and the streets free of crying children.
Three years together, and maybe more. Forgive me. I don't care about dates. It is enough for me to know when your light that I love was born in this life.

You also know, really, what I wished for was more time that day, I was kind of unable to get up.
How can I snuggle your last fantasy down that damn hallway?
How can I untie my chains and glimpse you in the deep that dug in my soul a well without water?
My feeling now seems like that day, we used to feel very warm in May, but the suffocation struggled with the margins of those notebooks that I keep tearing up.
What if time never ends on that day, if only the unfortunate sick lived in a place.
Prevent yourself from swallowing tears, and there is no harm in a snatch of air with your pure tears.

You know that spring and music and you are endless for me, as I am always lost in you.
Prevent yourself from uprooting your hunger to Ishtiqi bitter.
And to learn, too.
You are the stars, the hazel eyes, and the water that waters a dead flower.
P refreshes the formations of his soul.