Ihdina s-sirata l-mustaqim |
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Resentment
I resent you… and
me
…And her and him
… And especially them!
For being here
… And doing this
...Instead of there and that.
For feeling this
…And saying that
… Rather than
that and this.
For every thing!
…For some things
… But mostly I feel nothing.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Once Friends, Now Strangers
Last time I felt like myself, I was with you on the south side.
Skipping rocks and picking conversation that would let us hide.
Exchanging ideas, trading stories, stealing glances, giving time
You would call me your sunshine but your smile was mine
You would sit with me for hours and never pay attention
It was enough for you that we were without pretension
Last time I was myself, I was with you on the south side.
Before the worlds collided...and everything that implied
We struggled with who would give in to survive
Rather than give up my heart, I opted for goodbye
Unintentionally leaving myself behind to adopt a foreign state of mind
Leaving behind a friendship unconfined by a love undefined
Last time I knew myself, I was with you on the south side.
When your talks were enough for me to hide.
Giving, exchanging, trading, stealing from each other.
Under a cover, forsaking all except one another.
Now we tempt each other to find what we left behind.
But too many life times have passed to find.
Skipping rocks and picking conversation that would let us hide.
Exchanging ideas, trading stories, stealing glances, giving time
You would call me your sunshine but your smile was mine
You would sit with me for hours and never pay attention
It was enough for you that we were without pretension
Last time I was myself, I was with you on the south side.
Before the worlds collided...and everything that implied
We struggled with who would give in to survive
Rather than give up my heart, I opted for goodbye
Unintentionally leaving myself behind to adopt a foreign state of mind
Leaving behind a friendship unconfined by a love undefined
Last time I knew myself, I was with you on the south side.
When your talks were enough for me to hide.
Giving, exchanging, trading, stealing from each other.
Under a cover, forsaking all except one another.
Now we tempt each other to find what we left behind.
But too many life times have passed to find.
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