Azzahrah Sulaiman

I'll always be the barista, giving away every cup,
Ones destined for other hands, ones never meant for mine.
I pour the rich, aromatic brew, my heart held up,
Watching as strangers take a sip, their smiles intertwine.
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I'm sorry, my love, that I haven't yet healed,
The wounds in my heart still so raw and unsealed.
I wish I could give you the pure, untouched love
That your gentle soul so clearly dreams of.
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Chosen by the divine,
A love so pure, so sublime.
Blessed by the Almighty's grace,
Guided through life's endless race.
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la tahzan, Do not grieve, Allah is with us

In the depths of sorrow's embrace,
When the world seems dark and bleak,
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Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?

Was it easy to leave, to walk away?
To say nice things, then not stay?
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I made you think that I would always stay,
I said some things that I should never say.
Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did to mine,
And now you won't love me for a second time.
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i want to go back to Gaza and lay on the sand
Beneath the ancient olive trees,
The soil whispers tales untold.
A tapestry of history,
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A veil of gray, a shroud of woe,
Enveloping the soul, a constant flow.
Sadness, like an unwelcome guest,
Lingers on, denying any rest.
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Without the winter, we wouldn't appreciate summer,
When blossoms burst forth, a vibrant new drummer.
The chill in the air, the frost on the ground,
Teach us the beauty in warmth that is found.
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Doubt thou the stars be fire, bright and bold,
Question the moonlight's whispers, soft and cold.
Doubt thou the sun doth move across the sky,
Let shadows dance where dreams in silence lie.
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You say, 'I don't understand, '
And I reply, 'I know you don't, '
In the silence, hope once grand,
Now lingers where the shadows haunt.
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In the garden where the poppies bloom,
Whispers of longing weave through the gloom.
Love, a potion, sweet and divine,
An opiate dream, where hearts intertwine.
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Wake for hours and staring at the ceiling,
Through the unsettled stillness of the night,
I grow possessed of the obsessive feeling
That dawn has come and gone and brought no light.
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He's like a love song, a melody so sweet,
Captivating my heart with each rhythmic beat.
But as I listen, a question begins to grow,
Is he the mirror in which my own reflection I know?
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Promise me, when constellations fail to ignite,
You'll recall the sanctity of our midnight rites.
In the stillness, in the tempest, let the echo of us resist,
Time's conquest, our love's existence.
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met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring
He argued with me about everything.

We met in the warmth of summer's embrace,
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He is quiet and so am I,
Sipping tea with lemon, while he drinks his coffee.
Our silences speak volumes, yet our hearts sigh,
Longing for a connection that only we can see.
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وإجا الصيف وانت ما جيت

And summer came, and you did not come
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promises, sorrows prayers lies, betrayal, that's what love meant alas
Promises, sorrows, prayers, lies,
Betrayal, the bitter price love buys.
Alas, what once was pure and true,
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Love and lust are poles apart,
One a tempest, one a chart.
Lust is chaos, wild and free,
A dance of shadows, a fleeting spree.
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