To You
I imagined it to be the blue gate closing
The day that I will say goodbye to you
But now I see that I have been mistaken
Your promises were never true
I cried in my best friend's arms
In front of you and you couldn't even care
And little did you know I promised
"This is the last time I'll be crying over her."
"So please let me set my tears free...
There's nothing else right now my heart can do."
And today I really can't believe
Is the day I have to say goodbye to you...
Lara Houssami
3-19-2020
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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.
