ah i am not a poet! ! ! ! i cant even speak in english!
i am here to read your poems and enjoy.
i hope sadness does not enter your hearts.
'how often you sailed in my dreams
and now you come in my awakening which is my deeper dream'
Gibran
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your last word was a real heart terror
like i was a case for your trial and error
after we broke up, i felt deep love lack
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when you were younger and i was a kid, i was yours
when our love was not a flower but it was a seed, i was yours.
when we insulted each other in the first time we met, i was yours
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Dont be sad but you are not as beautiful as me
look at me:
my face is ostrich egg shell
my eyes are iranian turquoises
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When you say that you love me, I don't believe it
& when you don't say, I feel i need it.
What does it mean?
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