poetry

Me and mine

Nowadays, I Endure That Silent Pain

Not The One We Feel When We’re Hurt

But One That We Have But We Never Feel

One That’s Carried But Doesn’t Give Physical Pain

That Lingers; Becomes A Part Of Emptiness

It Sticks Around; One That Turns Into Our Own

And When We Laugh, It Trickles Down Silently

Across Our Eyes Disguised As Happy-Tears

~me and mine

©Dr.Asma_Mohammadi

01.24.20

poetry

Madness

Have You Noticed Her Eyes?

Butterflies Dance In Them

As She Beams With Joy

Whispering Your Name

Again And Again

Have You Noticed Her Eyes?

There’s Magic In Them

Your Presence Instills

You Being The Reason

Does That Make You Beam Too?

~madness

©Dr.Asma_Mohammadi

01.20.20

poetry

Madness

Have You Noticed Her Eyes?

Butterflies Dance In Them

As She Beams With Joy

Whispering Your Name

Again And Again

Have You Noticed Her Eyes?

There’s Magic In Them

Your Presence Instills

You Being The Reason

Does That Make You Beam Too?

~madness

©Dr.Asma_Mohammadi

01.20.20