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How do I stop caring for you,
after those years of closeness?
How do you go from warm to cold?
Are those elements of indifference you now hold?
How did you do that?
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
It's hard to believe, that you can be someone whom I'd love one more time,
It's hard to believe, that I can be someone whom you'd love for the first sight.
It'll always be as it was, but I can fall for u one more time.
and each arrow
that pierces your heart
just a reason to feel alive
Am I the corpse that awaits the return of a spirit
Or the phantom that disappeared?
Am I the murderer who saw the blood on my hands; and on my face did smear it
Or the imitation that to the eye dead appeared?
Am I the bird who chirped in the wild forest
Or the observer that despises it?
the bile of thoughts
fuels hatred
indifference of action
fuels desire
What was our love made for?
You are without a crown,
But you're almost a queen.
You walk on the ground,
You always want to win.
I'm a writer,
A poet,
Screaming to the world that I exist,
I'm not a silent relic floating around,
Not some puppet to be fiddled with,
Not a sculptor's grotesque creation,
Run! Run!
Better Run!
Keep going, please keep going
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,
I think my heart’s been beyond broken
by Israeli Zionists’ atrocities.
I want freedom in Palestine,
so there’ll be no more misery.
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