I used to watch my grandparents fight.
She’d say that she hoped Allah would take him away,
But her heart couldn’t handle the pain when Allah granted her wish,
And she was taken from this earth less than a year later.
I’ve prayed endless nights for you to wash away in the ocean,
but I will drown in the same ocean that God gives me what I asked for.
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Author:
The Indignant Poetess (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Loving someone that you hate is a poetic experience. Not being able to live without them is another level of unfathomable.
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We often don't appreciate what we have until we loose it. Ironic how life treats us or rather how we treat life. A poetic reminder to value what one has. Lovely
We often don't appreciate what we have until we loose it. Ironic how life treats us or rather how we treat life. A poetic reminder to value what one has. Lovely
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