you all my life

A girl whom I've learned to adore,
Spends some time with me in my darkness,
She tells me her feelings of love,
And basks in my sweetness.
With a farewell I welcome familiar things,
Such as loneliness and insecurities,
They get the best of me to my distain,
I become haunted once more when she leaves.
Poetry is written,
Music is played,
I reach beneath my matress,
To find a loving blade.
Its serrations are lips,
To meet my skin,
I bleed and lust,
To do it again.
My flesh is white as paper,
But I give opportunity,
For the blood to flow,
And give me some remedy.
Take away my depression,
Sweet blade of mine,
Kiss me like no one else can,
And out a stop to time.
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حضنك يا مصر المطرح الدافي
شايل عبايه ونور على اكتافي
َعمّال أغني وُكمي بيشاور
على فلاحين في الفصاحة يغلبوا الشاعر
أثبت من الأهرامات .. ألطف من النسمة

Asminha

I thought I'd move your thread here.

Nice poem

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Speak Moroccan - Parlez marocain
Moroccan Vocabulary - Vocabulaire Marocain

NAR

Nadine

Wow, you ARE a poet, for sure

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In the summer I stretch out on the shore and think of you. Had I told the sea what I felt for you,
It would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.Nizar Qabbani.
When I drown my eyes in your eyes, I glimpse the deepest dawning and see the ancient times;
I see what I do not comprehend and feel the universe flowing between your eyes and mine. Adonis.
You're beautiful, you're beautiful... But it's time to face the truth. I will never be with you. James Blunt.