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I think my heart’s been beyond broken
by Israeli Zionists’ atrocities.
I want freedom in Palestine,
so there’ll be no more misery.
No highlights for 2023.
if someone described me as a broken glass i could agree,
and each arrow
that pierces your heart
just a reason to feel alive
What was our love made for?
a bug, stuck in a jar.
in a struggle to escape
it crawls around.
to no avail.
after all it’s so frail.
frail, this bug still climbs.
you kill a bug.
it’s ugly and disgusting.
It’s small but it’s still a threat.
to what? you don’t know.
it’s just disgusting.
There are graveyards of people who are alive,
One of them is mine,
Showered with wreaths of lies,
Visited by mockingbirds who sing a colorless lament of bliss now unknown
your blue eyes
are like a paradise,
your eyes hit my heart,
you became a light in my dark
moss grows on a log.
it spreads and thrives.
if dry, it dies.
but this moss, never dies.
no matter how hot or dry,
it doesn’t die.
A portrait without a face,
A ghost without a spirit,
A phantom never feared,
An assassin who leaves no trace,
A song with no music and lyrics,
A form that was never mirrored,
In the dead of the night,
I venture the dark alleys and streets,
Broken are the lights,
Each home is a memory of serene deceit,
I see the playground,
Where we as kids used to play,
it wasn't exactly
love at first sight
but it was something
like that.
the first time we spoke,
i felt it.