Za7ra Sulaiman Poems

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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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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What if I get everything I ever want and it's still not enough, the money, the clothes, the house, the career? What if I get it all and it still isn't enough because I don't have you? What if it brings me back to all those years ago when I realized no amount of money or career or tangible things could ever equate to what we had and our puppy dog love and everything we shared and our laughs and our cries and our talk about a future. What if it's never enough, because the future I created no longer has you in it, while I find myself wishing on stars and picking up pennies like they'll grant me some form of redemption. What if I find the man of my dreams and he is everything I'm supposed to want, kind eyes, steady hands, good intentions, and he gets on his knee and the memories barrel through me. What if I realize I don't want the man of my dreams? I just want the man that haunts them
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Do you ever see someone
and think, "Wow, God must hate me, "
'Cause He spent so much time on them
and for me, He got lazy?
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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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Summer went away, still, the yearning stays
I play it cool with the best of them
I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me
It's okay, we're the best of friends
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(. بعيونك بضيع)
خلّيني معك، خلّيني أضيع بعينيك
خذني بإيدك، وخليني أحلّق بجوّك الحلو
إنتَ مو بس حلو…
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Saw him then—in the rightest light,
as if God stepped aside so I could take a better look.
He looked like Alain Delon—
sharp as a blade,
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he kissed me like a liar prays.

He came to me at midnight—
not as a lover,
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She never said goodbye—just slipped away,
like twilight bleeding into day.
No warning—just a breath she stole,
and left behind a lesser soul.
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