Left Out
I want a friend for me I'm being selfish
'Cause everyone has a friend of their own
And they don't know how it feels when it's time to play
And I'm left to play alone
See, my friend, it's okay if I'm not your favorite
But you don't really have to be so clear
If you can't forgive me and slightly hate me now
It's okay but please stop hurting me
I will never be as loved as all your other friends
But please don't say it clearly to my face
'Cause there's a burning in my heart and pain from blurry stars
And lost pieces that will never be replaced
So please when you decide to leave me
When all the painful words come from your mouth
Just try to view my world from my eyes so you can see
How bad it feels to always be left out
Lara Houssami
9-6-2019
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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.
