LOVE is my best friend. “They say love only lasts 12 seasons, I say I loved you since I first met you for so many reasons. They say love is blind, bitter, evil and brittle, But to me love is just lovable, unpredictable and indescribable Love is mythological  Love is mind, body, heart and soul Love is everything, Love is all Love is like this Love is like that I don’t know what love is But love is in the shape of the heart that man is holding on that card They say love is all about lust, I say how can that be when you’re the opposite of everything I want? They say there are thousands of love stories out there, I say have you ever sneaked a peek at all the poems and pictures people share? Love is honey sweet Love is the chocolate I can’t taste Love is a right Love is a constant fight Love is the moroccan desert Love is far away from being perfect Love is how much I hate you right now Love is how much I will need you tomorrow Love is how much I want to talk to you now Love is how much I will miss you tomorrow Love is the amount of time I’ll hold a white card with a red heart on it for you… Ask me now and I’ll deny everything I just said I’ll pretend I’m not good with words I’ll fake a heart attack and pretend I’m dead Because love is the word I felt but never said Love is my best friend Love is a picture of an old grey man holding his heart on his right hand!” Words by my dear friend Hind.

LOVE is my best friend.

“They say love only lasts 12 seasons,

I say I loved you since I first met you for so many reasons.

They say love is blind, bitter, evil and brittle,

But to me love is just lovable, unpredictable and indescribable

Love is mythological 

Love is mind, body, heart and soul

Love is everything, Love is all

Love is like this

Love is like that

I don’t know what love is

But love is in the shape of the heart that man is holding on that card

They say love is all about lust,

I say how can that be when you’re the opposite of everything I want?

They say there are thousands of love stories out there,

I say have you ever sneaked a peek at all the poems and pictures people share?

Love is honey sweet

Love is the chocolate I can’t taste

Love is a right

Love is a constant fight

Love is the moroccan desert

Love is far away from being perfect

Love is how much I hate you right now

Love is how much I will need you tomorrow

Love is how much I want to talk to you now

Love is how much I will miss you tomorrow

Love is the amount of time I’ll hold a white card with a red heart on it for you…

Ask me now and I’ll deny everything I just said

I’ll pretend I’m not good with words

I’ll fake a heart attack and pretend I’m dead

Because love is the word I felt but never said

Love is my best friend

Love is a picture of an old grey man holding his heart on his right hand!”

Words by my dear friend Hind.

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A busker’s Soul Ever since I was a little kid, I loved to play music, The smile never leaves my face even if life has never smiled back at me, Family warmth is unnamed for me, but commuters are my family, and the street is my home, My love for music cleared my path leaded me to busking, It’s a great way for expressing my feelings about the world I live in, Sometimes, I feel like an emptiness that needs to be filled when I have such passive and transitory audience, Sometimes, I am lucky when I get a sideways glance, a smile, a wave, a clap or even a nod, My daily’s quest is to banish machines cacophony and flourish like a tree with my guitar soul in the mysterious alleys of town.

A busker’s Soul

Ever since I was a little kid, I loved to play music,

The smile never leaves my face even if life has never smiled back at me,

Family warmth is unnamed for me, but commuters are my family, and the street is my home,

My love for music cleared my path leaded me to busking,

It’s a great way for expressing my feelings about the world I live in,

Sometimes, I feel like an emptiness that needs to be filled when I have such passive and transitory audience,

Sometimes, I am lucky when I get a sideways glance, a smile, a wave, a clap or even a nod,

My daily’s quest is to banish machines cacophony and flourish like a tree with my guitar soul in the mysterious alleys of town.

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