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You don't know how much I hurt myself whenever I hurt you
This is an honest confession for I chose to bleed blue
If there only were a way for me to give back
I'm ready to give you even this soul that I have
I hug the cold closer until my nails turn blue
'Cause I can't forgive myself for what I have done to you
It is not your job to bear the burden of being used
I'm sorry for all the pain I may have induced
This paper will be stained with scratches
What will I have done
Is this what I do to you
that will fade when I am gone
My tears will not save me
and as much as I wish they can't save you
But for your angel wings to be set free
There is nothing I wouldn't do
Are you proud of the cage
that you had the chance to choose
This one has bound you forever
And won't let you loose
I'm sorry for existing
Existing to cage you
There is not enough I can give back
If I'm not gone before you do
Lara Houssami
2-22-2021
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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.
