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welcome to reality
which i am not part of
im sorry to hear
while your eyes shed tears

you've left the land of dreams
the sun has opened your eyes
i feel left behind
but i know you'll return to me
laying awake at 4:37
lonely and tired
with no reason to sleep
my eyes are heavy and weak

the darkness surronds me
the light from the screen
a thin veil, of the unseen

exhaustion approches
my eyes grow tired
sleep still evades me
with each passing hour
i am earning nocturnal behaviour.
whats there to say?
soon the end of the day, will be upon us
as the driver pulls away
forgotten words bring on pain
whats left as they watch their lives decay ?

heartbroken faces watching tears of sadness soak the ground
beautiful and depressed
life and death
the sweet reminder still left on her breath

whats left for one to say?
words of comfort no longer comply
beautiful and depressed
as the **** slowly breaks
raises her head to the sky,
shes finally able to cry

heartbroken faces watching tears of sadness soak the ground
beautiful and depressed
life and death
the sweet reminder still left on her breath

all the pain locked inside
beautiful and depressed
no one knew the key
no one understood why
she seeks friendship from the sky
heavenly secrets held in the stars
heavy secrets disguised as scars

heartbroken faces watching tears of sadness soak the ground
beautiful and depressed
life and death
the sweet reminder still left on her breath

as traffic screeches to a halt
a terrifying scream breaks through
one of finally letting go
one that shocked all who knew

heartbroken faces watching tears of sadness soak the ground
beautiful and depressed
life and death
the sweet reminder dying on her breath
The fare we pay for
penning rhyme
is want of sleep and
pilfered time;
But a poem is a poets
fair redeem,
when weighed against -
a dream.
"you're confused,
isn't that why you're here?"
he speaks in quiet tongues,
always so gentle,
but sincerity lacking
i don't want to talk about the
things that brought us here
the things that have broken us
down... in the quiet,
and in the dark,
it was always the same


i'm here because
i want to be held*

it's as simple as that
i have no other explanation
for the way things are,
or should be,
or could have been
 Nov 2012 Alireza Zibaie
Zaina R
"Never Touched you"
Why?
Maybe things would be different?

I walked away, i let you go.
Fingers slowly slipping away from yours.
I saw you for the last time.
Never will i forget your warm embrace,
Never will you forget my attachment and passion.

Its not about anger or betrayal.
Its about you and me.
What i had for you was so beautiful.
You were so beautiful.
 Nov 2012 Alireza Zibaie
Zaina R
Its raining..
When ever i see the rain i will remember you.
Will you?
Its been two days since i left you and now it rains.

Rain is just rain
What about other things.
I might have been selfish, but i was helpless.
Can you reflect on your actions, your thoughts?
 Nov 2012 Alireza Zibaie
Zaina R
It's dark
It's flowing
It's hot
It's calming
It's in between, causing friction.
It's wild
It's affectionate
It's touching
It's body to body
It's its tight
It's enclosing
It's gentle but also aggressive
It's fixated
It's unsatisfying
It's greedy but also so sweet
What is it?
 Nov 2012 Alireza Zibaie
ARMA
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