Give me your sorrows... give me your scars...
Take my soul and... all my stars...
Give me your weakness... take my strength...
Take my eyes and... take my heart
Take my rainbows... my beautiful skies...
Take my love... before my heart dies...
Take my happiness... take my smile...
Take more hope and... live a longer life...
Let me be the light that guides you through the dark...
Like you did to me when I was younger...
Let me be the beats to your precious heart...
And make you live a little longer...
Let me try to be your hero and save you from myself...
Let me try to be your medicine when you're sick...
Let me sacrifice my life for you because there's no me without your health...
Let me try and be your mother like you did...
Look, I'm sorry I'm not like the other ones...
The ones you wished to have instead of me...
I'm sorry for all the bad things I have done...
And all the perfect girls I couldn't be...
You're beautiful and nice and kind and sweet...
You'll never be imperfect like any other...
Thank you, mom, for everything in me...
Thank you, angel, for being my mother.
Lara Houssami
19-3-2018
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
