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SANA Feb 6
ME
AFTER 50 YEARS
" EVEN THE MOST-WELL BUILT BUILDINGS
ARE BOUND TO CRACK
BUT HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT
I STILL DONT HAVE
A SLIGHTEST OPENING
IN MY HEART TO LET YOU GO "
EVEN THOUGH YOU LEFT ME
SANA Feb 3
"what should I do with this lonely life
all that left are tears
all I lost are smiles "
SANA Feb 2
" why can't I breath
even though there is air
why do feel suffocated
even though I am free"
Jeremy Betts Feb 2
I'm forced to dam the tears
A practice made perfect through the rough years
Not because I don't care
Not because I can't care
Not because I don't want you to know they're always right there
But because if I let them begin to pour
I can't convince myself I could stop them anymore
There's a nonzero chance I could be crying for years
Long past the pain and far beyond the fears
So I **** the tears

©2024
SANA Jan 31
if i should go to the depths of the misery
then i would gladly do so with you
SANA Jan 26
he asked: "why do people write poetry
when they can just talk with words "
she replied: "even with words they cant understand but in poetry I can just say I am drowning in the air  and be understood"
SANA Jan 25
is it only me or everyone think:
" Sun die every night for moon.
and the moon brings him back to life every morning."
I saw Heaven hanging over my head like a chandelier, it's
angels were swimming in the light, whispering sweet hymns,—
in a kaleidoscope filled with broken dreams.
The gates fell open like a strand of hair, trumpets were blaring for kings, with thrones like rocking chairs, of my ancestors and their heirs. On earth, I had cattle trodding around my heart to pay for love; as dowry couldn't pay enough for who I once loved.
I drank the tears of Heaven's rains, to tie my tithes wrapped
around my neck; waiting for their fortunes reigns.

I kissed an angel that melted my lips, and had suckled on the ******* of mother nature, who fed me milk and honey to keep me alive. I danced around the edge of an end, where life begins once again. My toes felt cold as a tear drop lost in snow,— my ears were ringing like the church carillon, calling me to repent.
And from the stained glass window frames, it all immediately painted out my pain.

I thought of you, just before I took my last breath, begging the favours from the mistress of Death. I felt like a flower in your hand; each petal being picked away, asking the question of,
"does she love me or love me not." I thought of being holy enough to fit in your heart, but I was as holey as the holes in my socks. My prayers all stunk of the lie behind them all. I looked into your eyes to see heaven inside, as I was living in the world.
I bit on time to have it for seconds, and served a dish of revenge only in my heart,— I was taught it will always be a cold meal; so
I'd use my spark of love to keep it warm. I shared stories with
the world, told my biggest secrets to the sky, and left
breadcrumbs to them, in every word of my poems.

Still...in the chaos of my mind, lied a still river flowing with worth. Drowning myself in your eyes, as your every tear was the inspiration of what became our story. But I know in the end, our love will just be another person's story...
SANA Jan 11
" Hum the dhoondte jisse
Woh kami ban gaye
Tum mere ishq ki
Sar-zameen ban gaye"
now these lines hit me hard.
SANA Jan 6
so many words but still not enough
to tell you that
how much it huts to be like this
how much it hurts to let  everything go
how much it hurts to forgive u
u just make me a mute
and the words die at the back of my throat
those form a lump inside
that I try hard to digest to breath again
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