I have astronomy,
Not to predict plagues, weather or the future.
I derive my knowledge from those constant stars in your eyes...
Where I have read the truth behind your empty apologies.
Where I have seen the sadness in your poetry.
Where I have gazed upon the most beautiful soul.
And all you want to do is be alone.
Do you stay alone in case you die?
Making the world your widow so no widow shall cry.
Money wasted is revived...
But beauty wasted is lost.
Unlike a widow the world won't recall.
Your voice is music to my ears...
Why does my music make you so unhappy?
Late strings sound in sympathy with one another.
But if you wish to be forgotten.
So die along with the image you begotten.
In this war you have a more effective weapon than my verse.
You have my love and you are my curse.
Let women use and treasure your love, but I pray you love me.
They draw only what they see but they do not know your heart.
That's where my vision starts...
Upon the darkness I see phantoms of you beautifying the night.
Kill me If you like but let us not be enemies for
In love we are one but In life we must be two.
Call it after math I am turning blue.
What are you made of that you have millions of shadows.
Everyone else only has one.
When you decide to despise me
I will not run.
I love you so that I shall put myself in the wrong to put you in the right.
If you hate me, hate me now that I am suffering...
Don't leave me last.
Let you worst words be your first.
And nothing after will seem so bad.
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Unniched.
الشعر"Unniched" is not bound by themes or constraints; rather, it thrives in the randomness of inspiration. These poems are a mosaic of emotions, thoughts, and observations, woven together by the thread of randomness that knows no boundaries. As you flip...
