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  Apr 2019 دema flutter
Emily
my     love
to you               I give a rose.
A                                      pedal
for a                                 wish
that you                           will be mine
for it is                        you I pick.
   A rose             for a rose.
        A love      for
                  a
                       love.
          A rose
                     for
                  a
                        rose.
              My
                  heart
       for
               yours
دema flutter Apr 2019
when the possibilities become infinite,
so are the lessons that come along,
every experience suddenly has more to it,
boundaries have a different meaning,
you get to dip your finger into the unknown,
taste it, heck even jump in it,
and once you settle back home,
your mind wanders to all the places
whose background you perfectly merged into,
you can shut the thoughts out,
but you can't build a wall,
the blinds are always open,
nothing is definite.
دema flutter Apr 2019
the first time
our lips met
didn't feel foreign,
it was as if
you were my home
country
and I had only just
entered your land,
then took a taste of the berry tree
which my greatest grandma had grew,
in either ways;
she would be
******.
bebe = grandma in my language (Iraqi)
دema flutter Apr 2019
I've been loving
the colour blue lately,
maybe a little too much,
because that's what I feel too.
#nails #blue #favorite #colour #reflection #poems #feelings #overdose #teen #adulthood #time #changes #sad
دema flutter Apr 2019
when your own name starts to feel foreign,
and when the memories haunt you shortly after they’re made,
when you can’t convince yourself to feel something you would’ve easily felt a year ago,
when you can’t put the pieces together of how you ended up here,
in a state that’s not dissonance, not stability and not oblivion..
دema flutter Mar 2019
at this forbidden hour,
Cinderella has to be home,
yet her hands are gently being kissed
as her heart turns into a pumpkin,
ready to be patched in mid March,
she dances with a broken glass heel,
twirls the ticking clock,
making the hour golden.
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