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 Jul 2019 mworkie
Axel
HIM
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Axel
HIM
Don't call him angel, if you never see him sin.
Don't call him treasure, if you don't know anything.
But just call him danger, cause that's what perfectly suits him.
a poetry about me from someone's pov.
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Axel
When the sun rose today,
We didn't know he would go away.
He wasn't my friend but when the sun rose today,
He felt like a family.

When the sun set today,
His name was spoken in our prayers
And our words came out like our tears
Sounded up the moon with his face on our faces.
translation for the title:
"We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return"

my senior passed away today and he had cancer, I cried even though we weren't close at all, but still he felt like a family and I pray that he's in a better place waiting for us up there. <3

Al-fatihah (for the Muslims)
 Jul 2019 mworkie
moyees
Untitled
 Jul 2019 mworkie
moyees
I can't do this anymore,
I just cant.
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Sarah
Depression
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Sarah
Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry
First attempt in Haiku,
I wrote it a couple months ago during the final exams.
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Axel
Snow White
 Jul 2019 mworkie
Axel
his white milk-like face,
makes me crave for his sweetness
while I'm swallowing plain water
that I got from the waitress.
As White As Sheet

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