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‘tis a different kind of ache,
a softly broken heart
a fallen apple, bruised;
gently held, and soothed -
then slowly prised apart
Let your failure be seen
your success, be hidden
(عندما يلقي بي الحلم بعيداً

ولا أعود أدراجي)



ثمة ما يبعث على الحياة في المضي قدماً
بلا التفات
فجلّ ما أريد فيما سيخلق
ما حاجتي بما مات؟
أنظر إليها تارة وتارة أتجنب المرآة
وأتجنب الأسئلة
وأتجنب كل جنب

فهناك ماضٍ يختبئ في جميع الطيّات

لا حاجة لي بكِ
لا حاجة لي بكِ
اتركيني أيتها الذكريات
I like poetry
Because I'm like someone else,
writing about me
Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.

— The End —