Drops of water are as salty as the tears of agony I cry,
from my broken heart.
These drops of water are so harmful,
they come in the form of a thunderstorm.
These drops of water don't stop until they've flooded my body from the inside,
drowning my sorrows with it.
Drowning me until my last breath has left my body.
Leaving me lifeless in a pool of my own misery.
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qasida|poetry
Poetryqaṣīdah| First recorded in 1810-20, qasida is an Arabic poem, usually in monorhyme, that may be satirical, elegiac, threatening, or laudatory. These are my poems written from my heart and how I see and feel about things in my life.
