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Khadi Alza Mar 27
Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.
Continuation of 'The Prince' and 'The Princess' (my poems)
Khadi Alza Dec 2024
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Now I am in my bed.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
But my world spins, and now I’m in a hall of red.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Now flowers filled with stories start to spread.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
All of this might just be in my head.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
My body feels as numb as lead.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
The year felt so fast, yet so slow, you said.

Tick-tock…
Tick…tock.
Khadi Alza Dec 2024
I laughed as you asked me if I and that guy are together.
I had to wipe the tears from my face when I said, "No, we're not together.
Never, ever in a million years.
We're only friends, not lovers."

You said we're a perfect pair,
Well, put that thought back into your hair,
'Cause the both of us are just friends.
We're not gonna follow the trends,
And suddenly be each other's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

I know I sometimes call him cute
When I see his hair ******* and dressed in a suit,
But I mean it platonically,
Not romantically.
Plus, he likes another girl,
And I another guy.
That's why you'll never catch us together,
'Cause we don't like each other.
Well, not in 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 way.

You still think we'll end up together,
Like those romance novels you read since forever.
But I can assure you,
Those dreams will never come true.
We're just friends.
Why ever would we be lovers?
they really think we're a match, but we're just FRIENDS
Khadi Alza Feb 25
Which one’s easier?
To focus on the good?
Or the bad?
The negative
And the sad,
Or the positive
And the glad?
Lately, I’ve been wondering why people tend to see the bad first. Maybe it’s negativity bias—our brains are wired to notice danger more. Bad things feel stronger, stick longer. Stress and self-doubt don’t help either. But the good is still there… just harder to see.
Khadi Alza Jan 26
When I’m not there,
Would someone care,
And notice that I’m gone?

Would someone think of me?
Miss me?
And if so, who?

Would someone do anything just to hear me,
With that voice like the waves of the salty sea?
Would they stack a gazillion files,
Just to reach me on my mountain to see my smile?

Would someone’s chest be an empty black void,
And feel like they’re being toyed?
Cause I’m gone, not there,
For them to smile at and stare.

And when I'm there,
Which one of them would care,
And have a glow so bright,
That could light up the darkest night?

But who?
And if there was someone,
Would I think of them like that too?
You
Khadi Alza Jan 21
You
Soft, dark ringlets,
Scattered across your brow.
Your hands covered in trinkets
And holding a soft linen gown.

A crooked smile on your face
And deep dark eyes ablaze.
You, with the tie of lace,
The greatest thing to gaze.
Khadi Alza May 7
I see it on their faces.
Something is not right.
A thinking look, fragile like lace,
A worrying sight.

All six of them look fine,
But I see behind those eyes.
They wonder what times left
Before one day he gulp dies….

Sometimes they’d joke,
With their nieces and nephews in the room.
And went they don’t, they sort of mope.
Face blank, mind thinking.
Worrying for the one they love the most.
Because if you try, somehow, someone can see through it

— The End —