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You flashed a smile at me
And you pat my back
Had so much hope in me
That I wish you never had
You thought I'd grow to be
A star in a crowd
But here I am this is me
And I didn't make you proud
I have no more apologies
I have no more tears to cry
I have no more life left in me
I don't even have the strength to die
You look disappointed
As if I look satisfied
You look so ashamed
As if I don't realize
I failed you, I failed them and I failed myself
I gave false hope to you and let you down
Don't think I don't wish I were somebody else
With every tear that I shed when no one is around
Please let me go
I'm not worth it
Forget me forever
Because it's best if I'm dead
Lara Houssami
5-29-2019
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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.
