Proudly ineffective;
worn like a stitch of old wool...

It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...

I possibly will no longer relax along
the shores of someone's aquatic core...

When I curved rainbows
behind your horizons...

Free Verse
by: Rania Moallem...

L Hurts
by: Rania Moallem...

I love you, except that everything
I fall in love with is a fantasy...

The sun broke down like honey drips
warming out my soul...

I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...

About time I forgot,
your spits on my plate...

In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...

I find my self lost, undefined
through your subtle sadness...