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Hawa Jan 2020
And if it was for me,
And if it was for you,
To decide, what we will get in our life,
Would we still be able to get what we want?
Hawa Dec 2019
If I am Who I am and you are who you are.
And I am Someone when I am with you and you are Someone when you are with me.
And I love the Someone when I am with and you are in love with the Someone I am.
And we are someone else when we are together.

Then do I love you or do you love me?
Answer in a monosyllable and how many people are actually in love, give me the count.

Is that even love when it is so much conditioned?
How many of us are involved in this love story?

And is it even a love story or just a Blank Page with undeciphered ink of which we are making our meanings and words.

Are these even questions or just a rant from a wrathed mind with no opening to release.

Release the love, anger, frustration, sadness carried by all these people and the one who he thinks He is.

But isn't it too many people and their souls carried by one, when we are in love.

And again if it's not the same you, Is it even love?
Hawa Dec 2019
And I, what will I do?
I will do what I can.
I will pull you down,
just like gravity does.
Hawa Dec 2019
Drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes to **** sadness.
Are you killing sadness or the sadness killing you?

Scrolling through the phone screen, to **** some time.
Are you killing time or the time is killing you?

Jumping from a parachute to **** your acrophobia.
Are you killing the fear or the fear is killing you?

Burning all the photos from your old album to **** your love for her.
Are you killing Love or Love is killing you?

Faking a smile to keep your hopes up.
Are you killing hope or the hope is killing you?

Cutting all the trees then dying of asthma.
Are you killing Earth or the earth is killing you?
Hawa Dec 2019
There's a lot of past and more of the future.
A lot of crying and many more tears, of joy and sadness
Dumped In this huge pile of Present.
Which we are unhappy with.
Hoping to get more,
More more than we can.
More than we deserve.
What is this pressure?
Sharp like a razor.
Bleeding through the nibs of our pens and literature.
And us?
What about US?
What are we going to do with all this future?
Hawa Dec 2019
I cried a tear for me and two for you.
And three for the sadness we both are going through.
Together and alone, me and you.

My One drop of tear for the lonesome life I live,
Two drops for you, to be surrounded by people and still feel alone.
And three drops each, for me,  you, and our loneliness which is dying as well because of the vacuum,
as there is no one left to haunt anymore.
Hawa Nov 2019
WORDS are my blessings.

WORDS are my curse.
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