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Zainab Ibrahim Aug 2018
She with a pure heart,
A pure soul.

He with dreams
Dreams that flew,

They did not involve her!

She asked for his heart,
Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet she asked too much...

For she loved him,
Loved him with all her being,
She longed to see him smile,
To hear him say...

"I Love You"

Yet he dreamed of finding riches,
He saw fairy tales,
Pirates with their loot,
Wicked goblins and stolen jewels.

Yet he did not see the treasure,
The treasure before his eyess.

She sung songs of hope,
Her turned his ears.

She wept tears of sadness,
He walked away.

Never realising what he had,
Never once looking...

At the gem he had uncovered.

He chased false promises,
And came back weakened,
Into arms awaiting,
Awaiting to offer comfort.

She gave him everything,
Was it too much to ask for his heart?

Did he not see her pain?
Her agony as he pushed her away?

The silent tears that fell,
Fell from her broken eyes were there,
Open to no one but him.

But he does not see.

Again she longs for him,
Again she follows his every word,
Willingly entranced.

And again he does not see her.

For she Loves Him,
He Loves Her Not.
Zainab Ibrahim May 2018
Did you hear her broken song?
A song full of hope and freedom.

Did you hear her broken voice?
Raspy and full of agony.

The words raged past her lips,
Her captors did not know.

To cage a Bird,
Is to rip a mother from her child.

Did you hear her beg for help?
"I Did, yet I did not help."

She yearns and dreams,
But what are dreams,
Behind a cage?

What is hope when it is broken?
What is life without a soul?

Did you see her crimson tears?
A pain untold that tore the mind.

Did you see her damaged form?
Arms broken,
Legs forever shattered.

Hair in tatters,
No life in her eyes,
Nothing to indicate,
That she was alive.

Did you taste the grief you caused?
You're malice and betrayal,
They consume you heart,
Corruption is birthed.

Did you taste her tormented cries?
You tortured,
You abused,
And left a deformed being.

Did you taste the victory,
The victory on the tip of your tongue,
Finally,
Finally you've finished,
Finished you creation...

An ABOMINATION.

It's such a shame,
Greed has led the deaths of innocence,
Burnt it to ashes.

Let it cower and hide,
In the darkest corners of Hell,
Whilst you live a life,
That belonged to someone else.
Zainab Ibrahim May 2018
It crept in,
Slow and tantalising.

A warmth,
That never before existed.

It, no he,
He made me yearn,
Yearn for something,
Something to love and cherish.

And l let him in.

I let him see the darkness within,
I showed him my fears,
My all...

He accepted me for who l was,
Showed kindness and concern,
Filled the void, thawed my frozen heart.

He's the thief who stole my heart.

The thief who cherished,
Showing me all the beautiful colours of love.

And here I stand upon your grave,
Asking for forgiveness.

You gave me things I could give,
For that I ask for forgiveness.

Our precious memories,
Our time spent together.

For all eternity,
I await you love once more.

For you are...

The Thief Who Stole My Heart!
Zainab Ibrahim Apr 2018
A beautiful burning of colours,
Flickering as the sun.

A warmth,
Hidden from the winter,

A warmth,
That sparks a life.

The fire within.

The flames that burn,
Hunting,
Waiting,
Waiting for it's long awaited prey.

It starts with the coaxing,
The false promise of safety.

Then comes the agony,
The reality,
Your surrender.

Surrender as sweet pain,
Sweet redemption are given.

For your flames of sorrow,
Your flames of regret,
Have engulfed all that is revealed.

A fire that Burns.

Your emotions,
Catalysts.

The fuels that cause it to grow,
A fire,
The fire to end all
Zainab Ibrahim Mar 2018
You didn't mean it,
You didn't mean the pain,
The agony caused by your actions.

You didn't mean it,
You didn't mean to hurt her.

You bullied and dehumanized,
Turned her...
Turned her into you,

A MONSTER!

She wept and cried,
You tortured and cursed.

You didn't mean it,
You didn't mean to hurt him.

You seduced and flirted,
Turned him into a lovesick fool.

He chased and romanced,
You left him heartbroken.

In the end,
Was anything true?

Were the sweet words,
Uttered by you lips,
True or false?

Tell me I got it wrong,
You did not mean to hurt,
You didn't mean to abuse,
You didn't mean to curse.

Tell me I got it wrong.

TELL ME, IT'S NOT TRUE!
Zainab Ibrahim Mar 2018
Beauty hurts,
A wound that leaves a scar.

A scar that leaves a wound,
A wound of the soul.

It causes bonds to be broken,
Love to die,
Greed to grow,
And worst of all,
It strips you of your identity.

Friends to enemies,
Lovers to haters.

Slowly creeping in,
Your gaurd forgotten.

The vanity kicks in.

Beauty hurts,
A wound that festers,
Growing and tormenting the mind.

Am I pretty?
Don't lie to yourself,
Beauty for you, does not exist!
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
Close your eyes,
Count to ten.

Tell me of your story.

Close your eyes,
Count to ten.

The Phoenix has risen.

Close your eyes,
Count to ten.

War is upon you.

You thought you were safe,
You thought you were protected.

Growing from the ashes,
You were razed to the ground.

Born from the ashes,
All things must return.

Close your eyes,
Count to ten.

Something so pure,
But so toxic.

Close my eyes,
Count to ten.

I should have known.

He looked so harmless,
I thought I was safe,
I thought I was protected.

Caught unaware,
My heart ripped from my chest,

The claws dug deep.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.

All things must return.

So here I am now,
Alone and shattered,
I return to you,
Everything I am.
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