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zeinab Alwady Poems
They say home where the heart is, But I say home where the pain is, Home………………………………………., Where the dreams are crushed,
Twist Of Fate
twist of fate is our ultimate mate, it's heaven's scale, to right the wrong, to give justice to those who live among,
Alone in the winter I walk, Through the gates of misery I enter
Everybody has a tell, And I do as well, In course of time, We all have to fall,
Ashes, ashes everywhere, ashes of dreams lost, and no one care. ashes, ashes every where,
A Broken Toy
Sometimes i feel like a broken toy, Kind of lost in the middle of the way, Only left with one eye, Yet i still can see,
I'm nobody too, so can i join you, your words are full of darkness, and i live in darkness,
date, time and day, are no longer important, dates are forgotton, times are passed,
stories of souls, lost in world made of mazes, thay can not figure it out, why they live,
Fading A Way
Flowers of today, Tomorrow will fade a way. The memories i make, Tomorrow shall be fake.
Who Am I? !
When i look in the mirror, It's not my reflection that i see, It's the dreams that can't be, Life is not real.
let go and die
you derive me to the edge of despair, your heart you don't wanna share, and i no longer wanna be your teddy bear, so let go leave and die i no longer wanna try.
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They say home where the heart is,
But I say home where the pain is,
Where the dreams are crushed,
Even the moon seem so stressed,
Home is sand and storms,
That Sweep all the wishes,
Home is only Fights& talks,
And no one listens,
Home where nobody cares,
Home is where nobody rise,
Though the smoke does rise,
I pity home where the smoke does rise,
And where nobody ever rise,
So home isn’t where the heart is,
It’s where the pain is………………..