It’s Melting!

The brain freeze, that is. As proof, I offer to you this incomplete, as yet untitled poem:

no i’m not an innocent
but does that give you
reason to dismiss
my words of affection
how precious
are these pieces of my soul
i presented to you
only to hear
of my confession
i’m not pure
i can see you
through the glass
looking at your pile of stones
deciding which to throw
your hesitation
speaks volumes
about the

of your foundation

so be it

we dance this dance
of insincerity and
make believe
pretending lies aren’t
razor sharp
and we don’t bleed


Nice, huh? More to come, insha’Allah!


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