Muhammad Yahya Poems

I sat down
And down my heart went
On a journey
To the underworld
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A sting is all that I need
And the pain maintains its speed
I close my eyes and bleed
So much for the saving creed
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Emotions collide
Images don’t last
In a blurry motion
Speeding fast
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No, no, no!
This won’t do
Girls get pregnant
Men just woo
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…And she was sitting right there
Right in front of me
In all her beauty
All her innocence
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Heads or tails?
Win or fail
Lips or eyes?
Live or die
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