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 Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh
SG Holter
It is cold, it is raining.
But no, I don't care.
A matter of hours,
My girl, and I'm there.

We'll sit under blanket,
We'll watch the rains fall.
Sipping at glasses, and
Sharing it all;

The sound of the storm
As it dances around.
The skyfuls of water
That pound at the ground.

Come winter and wind,
They will not see me frown.
An interesting thing
About weather, I've found:

I never get cold, whether
Rainstorm or snow.
Within it with you,
I'm the warmest I know.
We are separated by screens
We fall in love
With false idols
Willing to give everything
For the love we don't get in our own house
We send Our lives over text
We spend our lives behind screens
We are hidden behind masks
It's turning into the Red Death
Each of us dying by half an hour
We are waiting for love to load
By we can't get a hug from a hard cold computer
We try to send love we don't know how to get ourselves
We are hiding behind screens
Hiding behind false names
We are hiding
Only to try to find love
But we can't upload a hug
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a vast ocean
Taking me from side to side
Taking me inside
Then pulling me outside
As hard as a fist
As a granite
As hard as a heart

The eyes are mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a deep ocean
Always floating on the surface
Never reaching the bottom
Never finding a way
A dead end
Never finding a path

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like an empty ocean
Not an island
Not a rock
Not a dream
Not a boat
Not a life
Not a hope

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your soul is a dead ocean.
 Oct 2014 Neda Zeidieh
ally m
happiness never stays with me.
it merely touches me, leaves a memory
and then slips away—just like you did.
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