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Dear poetry, dear poetry
I write you with my tears
I'll stop when my heart is taken
And my soul's no longer here
Dear burning fire,
You're so cold
You're a waste of time I realize
The more I get old
Dear rhyming words
You sound so beautiful
To me you're just a nightmare
A story so painful
Dear written lines
Of endless painful years
Don't you feel the countless times
I drowned you with my tears
Dear useless curse
That I was born to own
I hate It when you haunt my world
When I become alone
A song of my worst memories
The only thing I know to do
God chose to curse me
Dear poetry, I hate you
Lara Houssami
2-18-2020
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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.
