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He doesn’t know what to write about.
Not many things to be said out loud.

He’s sad, the world’s a whirling storm,
A place that lost its gentle form.

He sat in the bathroom for hours on end,
Scrubbing off the guilt—too much to mend.

Looked himself up and down with a frown,
Wished he could wash those details down.

Cut his already painfully short nails,
Still couldn’t forget the smallest details.

Mindlessly scrolled through Instagram,
But didn’t really give a ****.

He deleted TikTok, Insta, all that noise,
Left with google and Wikipedia—no joys.

So he scrolls through YouTube shorts,
At least it’s not meta or Chinese imports.

Still can’t delete WhatsApp,
Feels like a trap.

But he uses Signal most of the time,
And then tries to make his words rhyme.
I feel like writing about something else than being mad or disappointed or upset about Nawrocki might help me feel better
Arwa Auwa 20h
They're for the streets do not forget so
Like the man who smiled
As reminds them of the time he helped her live
But he had done this to many
Whether it was the miller’s daughter to pay her bills
Or that who slept on the cardboard outside
It’s only this time I ask
When i do everything for you
He cried,
As he reminisced
The times he said that to the other women
And the frog said ogh my what a poten person
While the princess  say what a kind prince
as to why the frog might have been weird in stating, I questioned
was a thought to be pondered upon in time not at time
in time we will be late
and at times people who you call your friends will be the last you want to be with
it's real work of real hypocrisy
they do their work well
they are distinguishable because they are hypocrites
they may speak english or not at all!
it's a real gamble guessing what they speak
they may even be dedicated to the wrong things
but soon they'll find their direction
and they get married
and it will   come and find them
The hypocrisy they handed out
Oh how hard it bites them again
and yet we have people stamping their feet
but take no heed for they're just incompetent and lost
But feel for them as they are the vulnerable
They are picked up by those who roam the street
it's such a shame that people appear amazing are left
to roam the streets while the are the villain of the streets
And what’s a bigger shame than so?
But do not forget they're for the streets and do not forget so
This is purely original and NO AI, so if you want to use it, CREDITS EXISTS
My love for you  
is pure and true,  
a feeling that resides in my heart,  
without expectations or demands.  

I wish for your happiness,  
pray for your peace,  
and hope for your well-being,  
in every moment.  

I strive to become better,  
to be patient and strong,  
to support you from afar,  
with respect and dignity.  

This love guides me,  
to remain honest and sincere,  
to honor you with care,  
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
Leila Nov 2024
Maybe I can never let my heart bleed on someone else..., what if they could feel my aching scars?
This actually means...I can't let it out...,coz what if someone sees me with the eyes I see myself
Leila Nov 2024
A sound...
That I hid in me...
Sometimes I feel like I drowned...where every noise is my lover of times...
Sometimes it's like a burning flame...where every noise is my that burnt me to ashes...
Sometimes it's like a windy storm...where every noise carried me away like a rusted iron piece...
But darling only they stayed forever with me...and your fake promises too...
Noises I hid...
That makes the world go into a hush...
While your false promises make the lovers bound to my noises...
A little drowning...
A little burning...
A little storm...
                                     ~leila
I need a person who can tune my lyrics, if any as such jus lemme know in the message box
Leila Oct 2024
Searching for myself in the pieces you left...
~leila
Leila Oct 2024
Edementous eyes...
Act a Little surprised...

Mirror in my face...
It's the smile that I chase...

The broken heart aches...
So I put my blood to ace...
I've fallen for the lies...
That felt like a paradise...

Read the letter of that phase...
It's my heart that's a race...

Ticky alarm that rings up twice...
"I love you" was a falsities...

The broken heart aches...
So I put my blood to ace...
And I could feel...your lies...
That you like my eyes...
              ~leila
Leila Oct 2024
She died starving for love
                 ~leila
Leila Oct 2024
Only if she was every meant to be written that would be a suicidal letter
                                        ~leila
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