I Did It Again
My eyes feel heavy and my heart feels so tired...
With every moment I continue to pretend...
That I can't see the end of my life
On the paper 'cause I did it again...
"Hey teacher may I pass to the restrooms I feel sad,"
But when I come back don't look in my eyes
They would spill with feeling bad
And flash red so you know I'd cried
The pain in my heart is killing me
On a paper I see how my life will end
I'll die because I left another sheet empty
My grave will tighten 'cause I did it again.
Lara Houssami
10-8-2019
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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.
