#30 Washing Day

It’s raining outside and I decided to do some washing

I turn on the cold water and let it rinse everything

It was dirt, and dust, and stain, and marks,

And you

All over me

—F.S.

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#29 Possibilities, Probabilities

Maybe we’re nothing

Maybe we’re something

.

Maybe it’s real

Probably it’s not

.

It could be infatuation

Or merely an excitement

.

Maybe it’ll heal

Most likely it’ll rot

.

There’s an endless possibility of us getting together,

But there’s more, of us going back without each other

.

Maybe then I can finally make sense of all those poems and sad songs,

Or maybe I just won’t,

.

Either way I will still write my own

And that’s the only thing I can surely count on

—F.S

#28 A Girl Like Thunderstorm




At first glance you’ll notice her eyes

They’re dark and taunting

So dark you could feel your life was sucked into them

Helplessly

Voluntarily

 

Eyes like a sky before storm

 

Then you’ll notice her smile

It’s bright and electrifying

It will shock the hell out of your system,

Leaving you fazed

Making you whimper

 

Smile like a jolt of thunder

 

Then you’ll start to see her

The way she moves

The way she glances

The way she smiles

 

She was everything but mild

She was nothing but wild

 

No hurricane will stop her,

For she was born to dance under

 

She,

is a girl like thunderstorm

—F.S

For my dearest babe, Soraya

I wish you all the grand things for this year ahead

Happiest birthday to you

#27 That’s What It Is

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It’s the way he’s holding on to her when they kissed, like he’s holding his most precious possession in life;

And that’s what she is

 

It’s the way she’s holding on to him when they kissed, like she’s holding on for her dear life;

Cause that’s what he is

—F.S.

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#21 How to Fall in Love With A Writer

  1. You can’t

 

You can’t just fall in love with a writer,

For you will find yourself turning into letters, crafted into words, crafted into sentence,

Crafted into poems she holds dear to her heart

 

A writer can’t just fall in love with you,

For she will not fall but instead stays on the ground. With you as the sun she rotates around

With you as the center of her words-filled blank spaces,

Of her joy and all her aches

Of her everything and nothing, all at once.

—F.S