12 a.m.
I'm sorry 'cause I overslept... I didn't mean to close my eyes...
Don't worry if I cry in bed... it happens to me every time...
I'm sorry it looks like I forgot... you don't know how bad I felt...
I'm sorry if your heart feels broken, my heart stopped at 12 a.m.
Lara Houssami
9-26-2018
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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.
