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Yasmeen Badaro Oct 2018
Where do I belong,

in this made up town.
Surrounded by fake crowns,
and bodies walking around.

I do not belong with royalty,
Nor with the common.

I’m broken and made,

into what I am today.

I wear this façade,

to not be out flawed.
Though I fit here,

It is not where I belong.
Yasmeen Badaro Oct 2018
How can I breath
With you taking all my oxygen away
How can I see
With you blocking the way
my dreams seemed so clear to me
The future so clear
But now that I’ve met you
You are the dream
You may not be a person
Just someone I wish I could have
The idea of having someone life you
Would be enough
Sometimes I close my eyes
All i see is the times we spent apart
I worry about the distance
Splitting our friendship to pieces
In a month or two you will forget my name
And I’ll just be another girl
you talked to and about
It’s like what happened to the rest
But you are different
But I don’t know why
I can’t point my figure on it
You are just hard to describe
So will you remember me
If we meet up again
Will you say hi when we cross paths
You on your own life
And I’m on my own
But if we don’t
Its been a good time
You are something to me
And I can’t promise you that u will always be
But for now the moment
It’s just you and I
Until we say goodbye
Yasmeen Badaro Oct 2018
I feel sometimes like my throat just cut off.
I can’t breathe with you taking all my oxygen away.
I can’t see with your figure blocking the way.
All I can do it is just say I am okay.
I can’t let go of this feeling that I don’t know.
But I do know that I want you.
Tell me what its like to feel free like a bird.
Spread out my wings and fly away.
I can’t fell my legs,
I’m stuck,
Held bound by my ways.
I have two hands,
but not a third to pull me up.
It’s so dark, I can’t see,
With you in my head.
My vision is so blurry.
And my senses are no longer sensing me.
I don't want to stay home,
In this fate, I call reality.

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