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One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what the other person has to say.
You are an old song
I'm still trying to remember.
Every tick,
my clock drips,
my eyes leak,
with heavy lids.

Yes, I was sick. . .
and they left me,
when I was weak.

The friends I thought,
were for real,
only spend time for chills.

I'm not cool,
but never a fool.
I just want this life's
better piece.

To give me someone
who never kills,
a heart so frail, as me.

A man,
a lifetime friend.
My missing puzzle piece.
That everlasting kiss!

Who could promise:
"  *In sickness and in health with me
  "

But in all of these,
I know, 
God is with me.

" Always giving . . .    
. . . always watching, "

**Making a better backstory.
To my HP friend Arianna Joseph :)
This is her story.
It's very simple.
The reason I want to die:
I don't want to live.

It's not that I'm sad.
No matter how good life gets,
I still long for death.

I have no purpose
And I'm tired of being here.
So why should I be?
At this rate I'll have found a way to die peacefully before I'm 30.
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Pax
loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1410725/ashen-fields/
from ashen gray to ashen fields
comes, ashen smog...

do they care if I'm loved?

perhaps I'm too comfortable on my
own space and too confined to be bothered.

thank you for reading,
me...
~~
I know the time
Even I know beyond the time
Your heart
And the heart of mine
Even which is divine
Where everybody is going
What causes the heart singing
Where is our Soul
Why Sometimes Everything
Running without a goal  
Even in the dark night
Why the prophecy brings the light
Why the green turns to yellow
Even the life of the stream becomes shallow
Why we count the time of death
And where is going all those faiths
Even I know
What Love is
With or without a kiss
I know all those
Even the mystic beauty of the Rose
Why, that's not to be bowed
While her heart goes
Goes to the end
Without any friend
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
..
..If like share your Love...
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
ZT
It's amazing when I see
Scammers pretending to be
Someone else just to feel some glory
Oh, for them, I feel so sorry

how can they settle to be an imitation
When all they need is a little bit of contemplation
a little push of motivation
more on self-improvisation
and a whole lot of determination
And They could become God's best creation
and someone else's inspiration

Why settle at second best
When you can be the best
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
ZT
Her heart is made of glass
I can see through every emotion
But no emotion could ever slip past those walls

She can show every bit of emotion she has
But she could never make you feel it
these emotions are trapped in her glass heart

her heart is made of glass
be careful, you can easily break it
and if it breaks
a rush of emotion flows
passes by and goes
until she is left with the shattered pieces
that could contain no more
those emotions, she could never have once more
 Mar 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
ZT
With a pencil I got
      I wrote my love on a piece of paper
When my heart was hurting
    I wanted to forget
         So I erased everything that was written

I wrote my love on a piece of paper
     this time with a pen
            hoping it could be forever
When I was hurting
     my heart feeling weary, my sight were a bit blurry
           as tears fell on that piece of paper
               the written love I thought was forever
                  was short and it was suddenly over
So everytime I felt hurt
      I pushed back all the tears
           I swallowed every pain
And that's how I was able to write my love forever
I wounded my heart
It might heal
But forever will the scars remain
My love is written in my heart
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