At first, I was lost in you, but now you're lost on me.

— Ahmed Mostafa

I could've loved you, but the line is too long, and your passiveness is endless.

— Ahmed Mostafa

I gradually fell from grace; alas, you dove in headfirst!

— Ahmed Mostafa

I have become intoxicated again. You are such a potent wine, my friend. To escape your withdrawal effects, tomorrow I will drink in excess. Alas, why make me love? I was aware, conscious, and sensible before. I am ill by cause of this illusion. The devil plays tricks on me more and more. I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will. Your score, the nightingale song within notes composed to imprison and bear me wings. Oh, if only they could hear how it sings! I am now beyond parched. My strings left untouched. You are no longer an oasis, my friend, but a mirage soon coming to an end.

— Kamand Kojouri

World is so beautiful, but alas! There are so many assholes.

— M.F. Moonzajer