Hello! . I'm Faduma a 14 year old girl who loves to write poems. Writing poems is something i enjoy. I would write two to three poems a day. They are usually based on my life, if not then a close ones life. I also write alot of short stories too! ;) more »
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Faduma Muhammed Poems
How could i have been so blind? Giving you everything i had Nothing left to call mine. You were never there
What Is Love?
Whispers fading Slowly into the dark Feeling all alone in this world. Leaving behind an unknown mark.
Because Im Human
I lie, I sigh I was born to live One day ill die I laugh.I cry
Because Of You
Lately i have been feeling blue Always seem so confused Not knowing whose fault it is
Hear my voice Let me speak Let me say what I think Let me win
I laugh when they mention fear Why give up when I'm already here? Who said I was scared? How dare they ask if I'm afraid?
Sailing To Our Dream
We found the wood Out of love We built it into a boat
Because I Was There
There she sat In the dark corner Crying in her palms Looking over your shoulder
Where Are You?
The disaster, the tears the broken promises, the fears the sorrow, the fate So much things we hate.
Feeling Like Dirt
It's like I'm a stranger to you but you've been in my life forever Deeply in love with you but we're never together
Never Giving Up
The light has faded The dark days has come Shining darkness on my heart Since the day my life begun.
You Can Do It
The four words everyone wants to hear Telling us we're capable Telling us we are near
A Thousand Times
You looked me in the eyes Told me a thousand lies You swore a lot of promises But broke it a thousand times
I'm here for you I'm here till the end I'm here for real No need to pretend
Comments about Faduma Muhammed
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How could i have been so blind?
Giving you everything i had
Nothing left to call mine.
You were never there
when i want you to be
I only wanted to hear the truth.
But no, you'd sit there and lie to me.
Tired and sick of your excuses.
Saying you love me
When your love is only abusive.
You tease me
You taunt me
Leaving me all confused
You expect me to be sorry?
Making me feel like im always wrong.
Giving in to everything you say.
Feeling so weak, not close to strong.
But this ...