Do you have to be
Buried below scars and tears
To keep your murderer's smile
Do you have to be
An angel till you die
Stop lying to me
I'll believe all of your lies
Do I have to be
The sun during the night
If you're looking at the moon
"Oh how you're beautiful..."
When it's my light that's giving you
What you think is magical
You say you know that it is me
And that I'm beautiful too
But do I have to be
A toy for you to use
Lara Houssami
7-1-2020
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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.
