warmth-filled homes, laughter
Brown, hennaed hands
Night of the Moon
Lanterns in the sky
Eid Mubarak.

The tears exclaimed pain
which mouth could never explain
heart flooding with memories
brain turned off, feel no ail
someone's staring, with disdain
Face in the mirror; ugly and stained.

gone stargazing
holding hands
damp grass underfoot
smell of wet soil
satisfied smiles
but really; I'm looking at them through your eyes

Wrapped in a cloak
I see your shining face
guide me by the hand
through life's darkest phase

Wash me off my evils
you made me pure
be it rebirth or repent
you've got all my gratitude for ever more

Getting on my knees
It would've been so undoable without you
I take your hand to kiss it,
but you vanish

This is not a poem, but I wanted to say that I won't be posting for a while because my 4 year-long friendship with a friend passed away in a car crash and it's going to take me some time to get over it because he was the closest friend I have ever had.

Congrats, you survived
so long. Life is difficult.
Shown bravery, you!

He stood tall,
Long misunderstood;
no thought at all
of sentiment or brotherhood

He was a hero, you see
He bore no pain at all,
or thought so thee

And at the chime of a clock
He jumped off the dock
And bore no pain again.

He saved you from drowning
But you didn't save him
For not your thought
would have thought
that there was pain
boring, in him.