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If I could... Go back in time...
If I could... fix a frown into a smile...
If I could... meet the little me...
If I could tell her she'll not become who she wants to be...
If I could cry forever... and drown in my tears...
If I could get my soul eaten by my fears...
If I could stop my heart from beating... and my mind from believing...
that I could ever be that girl from my dreams...
Don't think I can't hear you when you talk about me...
About all the bad things that you see...
The curses, the swears and all the threats...
And all the prayers that you'd find me dead...
If I could sleep forever and stay in my dreams...
If I could sleep forever so you can love me...
If I could make you say instead of sweet dreams...
May your tired soul rest in peace...
Lara Houssami
5-5-2018
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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.
