Doll
I'm your doll to use
Hurt me in the winter
Hold me close to you
While you're sleeping thinking of her
And leave me lonely in the morning
Having thrown me in your sleep at night
Ignoring all the pain I'm holding
You pulled me closer and I let you cry
But then again you have to wake up
And leave your nightmares inside my head
I know that I have never been enough
'Cause you leave me on the floor beside your bed
I'm your doll to use
Hurt me in the winter
Hold me closer to you
And think of me as her
Do my eyes scare you?
Am I not good enough?
I know they scare me too
And I'm not the one you want
Lara Houssami
12-7-2019
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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.
