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Fayez Dec 2020
Woke up
Looking for you

Thinking about your smile
You came out of the blue

I felt like I knew you my entire life
Seeing you gave me Deja vu

Everytime we hug I can't let go
Stuck together like glue

When I need someone
You're the person I go to

Our journey just started
But I know we'll make it through
woke up thinking of someone I have a crush on
Fayez Nov 2020
خلينا نحكي عن ليالينا

وايش الحياة عاملة فينا

خلينا نحكي عن سفرة

نروحا لو بس مرة

خلينا نحكي عن ألم

وايش منكتب بالقلم

خلينا نحكي عن ذكريات

وكيف منركض ورى أمنيات

خلينا نحكي عن خدودك

والوحدة إلي بحسة بدونك

خلينا نحكي عن وجعنا

والكاسة إلي منشربا كي ننسى
قصيدة قرأتها
Fayez Aug 2020
She dances
To keep warm

Hoping one day
Her sun will rise again

Pale skin, blue lips
She never stops

She prays for a sunrise
That will never come

Her world will freeze
Along with her soul
Some endings are inevitable
, and not all endings are happy.
Fayez Mar 2020
I am emptied
Hollowed out
By you

The wind carries
My hollow body
Far away

A new land
Somewhere I
Can be whole
An ode to starting again, letting your emptiness guide you forward to a brighter place.
Fayez Sep 2019
I walk,
A thick brush
Paints my way

I cross,
An inked bridge
My feet black

I stop,
The black brush
Paints a crossroad

I sit,
days pass by
As I ponder

I decide,
A blackened path
Walking on ink

I wait,
The brush draws
More diverging paths

I reach,
Holding the brush
Snapping in half

I look,
My body covered
In black ink

I walk,
My body blackened
My path white
A person and the brush that paints their path. An ode to fate, destiny, and the premise things happening for a reason.
Sometimes breaking the brush will make us lost and 'blackened', but atleast we will be free
Fayez Jun 2019
I climb this mountain
While my hands bleed true
I climb this mountain
Just for you

You are not between rocks
Or at mountain peak
I climb and bleed
So I don't seem weak

These bleeding hands
are not brave nor bold
I hope you know
They are only yours to hold

I climb this mountain
With no goal or plan
A bleeding testament
To the ego of man
Men do stupid things, sometimes without reason, for the person they love. Sometimes just to prove to themselves that they are deserving of love.
Fayez Jun 2019
You Exist
A Painting

You Used to
Now you
Only Remember
That you Should

What am I
To do
When Color
Turns Gray
Feeling the person you love stop loving you is difficult. The bright and colorful person you call your significant other turn cold, gray, and turn from a beautiful painting to dull ash.
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